Decadia

Mercenary Academy

Back.

Forth.

Back.

Forth.

Forth.

A Tune of creaking metals plays as a swingset goes back and forth.

Loki, Swings back and forth on a swing set. His eyes closed.

he puts much more force into the downward swing, with his hair moving in the wind.

just enamored in this temporarily sensation of flight, He-

"Are you falling asleep on a swingset?"  Parker asks.

Loki turns, recognizing her voice.

"yeah..." he said, as if he tried to come up with a lie, but with no time to make one.

Parker Sits on the swing right next to him.

"You didn't sleep last night huh" she asked.

Loki turns his head, he wants to talk about his scuffle with the sand-attacker.

"i had good reason to-"

she puts her hand out to his face, stopping him from speaking.

This Prompts Loki to start swinging.

She looks at Loki, continuing to swing with his eyes closed.

She stares at him and then looks at the sky.

The Swingset stands on top of the building, with a cage around it.

It's old for the time, but it persists for the time.

" You ever do a jump landing off a swing?" Parker asks

"yeah, twisted my ankle" loki adds, chuckling

"you wanna do it?"

Loki stares at her with a sarcastic look on his face, in place of an answer.

"C'mon... you trust me right?" she asks, smirking.

"or are you Scared?"

"I'm not 12 anymore, Red."

Parker then slouches, before taking off her glasses to wipe them

"I can't pressure you into telling me something. Y'know that right?"

"I know i'm not exactly the 'friend guru' and my lucks been thin" she said chuckling

"But I consider you my friend, and that's a contracted deal, Purple."

Loki swings slower,

"I'm not asking you to tell me, but I just hate seeing you half ass stuff."