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You've reached Loki.

One presumes you know how to continue from this point.

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text; un: q; a day or two after returning from Insincerity

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Hey

Do you do like rougher stuff

[autolatrical]

[ It takes him a moment to realize this is Quentin. He wonders at the screenname change, but won't ask. ]

You're asking as the recipient?

Yes. What did you have in mind?

[proofofconcept]

Nothing hyperspecific, I just want to get pushed around a little and held down

One of those moods, you know?

Maybe also minimal prep for the fucking, like just enough not to actually injure me but still make sure it aches kind of thing

[autolatrical]

[ Well. That is a very specific kind of mood though, isn't it? ]

I do know.

We can do that.

When? Do you have a location in mind?

[proofofconcept]

Wherever. Your place? Do you still live in the Down? We can probably find a room somewhere if you have a roommate who will be in the way or something

[He's deliberately not offering his own place, partly because it's always lowkey awkward to bring people to Hope's house, but also...he's smart enough to recognize that he uses his bedroom as a safe place, and he doesn't want to make it feel unsafe.]

Tonight, if you're free, but again whenever

[autolatrical]

Yes, I do. I can find something suitable, here in the Down, if you're not opposed.

I am free. Give me but a moment.

[ Or like, five minutes. Either way: a location pin, in the down. ]

[proofofconcept]

See you soon