AUTHOR NOTE: hi this one kind of sucks compared to the rest of them; i might re-write this,, so yeah sorry about this one
loki has been sitting at mobius' desk for the past... um... yeah.
sitting with his feet up on the brown desk with the box looking computer angled at him, with nothing displayed on it; the black haired dude is sitting and reading all of his jetski magazines.
there's a lot. for some reason.
loki thinks, why does he like jetski's so much?
'wait. where's mobius? it's been a while, well, what feels like.'
he hasn't wrapped his head around the TVA time yet. loki's roaming the halls of the TVA, watching the employees do their jobs, and guards standing by doors. he wonders,
'i wonder what other stuff people do to end up here.'
he finally finds the cafeteria lined with circular tables, and aqua lights sitting on top of them. he thinks to himself,
'i just realised how truly depressing this place is. it's so dimly lit i can't even see, and it's so quiet. i can't even hear ambience.'
he spots mobius sitting, again reading magazines, that aren't jetskis- he doesn't know what it is even. it looks like some TVA type technology. he's eating a salad, with a glass of soda.
'that soda looks disgusting, but i'd love to try it.'
head deep into his magazine, mobius is in his own world practically blocking out everything else around him, only focused on some weird furniture.
loki takes a sip of his soda, accidentally spitting it out on the table that mobius is sitting at. there goes his cover:
mobius looks up at him
'my soda!'
loki stares at him with a look of nervousness, as mobius looks frustrated that he almost got loki mouth sweet soda in his salad.
mobius thinks 'somehow this guy's got a thing for ruining salads because he always seems to dump or almost dump some sort of liquid in them'
mobius takes a deep breath, "yes loki?"
as loki grabs a seat across from him, scooting it up causing a loud screeching noises coming from under the legs of it, disrupting the silence of the cafeteria. the worker across the table looks at them in confusion, as they were eating some sort of pasta with a pear-juice box.
'hi' loki says
'hi loki, what do you want' mobius said
'nothing, i just don't know what to do' the tall guy says
'then go talk to sylvie, but i think she's busy taking some like karate class across the whole TVA'
'i know but like'
'what loki, im eating!' mobius says with a half smile looking at the dude across from him
'why are you being so mean'
'no im not loki'
'yes you are'
mobius looks up at him, grinding his teeth a bit because he's still a bit mad at him for abandoning him at the Roxxcart.
'i mean nothing is wrong, just tense; can i eat in peace please'
loki kicks mobius' leg under the table:
'hey! what'd you do that for!' he says as he grabs his leg
'you're being moody, mobius'
'i'm not being moody! you just kicked me!'
