[ She doesn't leave the building -- still too cold -- but her smile is a mile wide and dazzling when he steps in the main entrance to greet her.
God. There he is. Tall and broad, built like a mountain and roughly as physically imposing. The way he looks at her. God, how he looks at her. All she wants to do...
... for some reason, is slap him really hard. The impulse is sudden and she just barely manages to bury it. Instantly she goes from warmth and fond reunion to intense awkwardness. Why did she-- how could she-- in what world would she really want to slap him-- but the half of her mind that's fresh off two years apart from him and still quietly angry over his broken promise is difficult to ignore.
Thankfully, she has another half of her mind, a Luceti-influenced half, and Thor is spared a slap. He is not, however, spared her sudden stiff posture or strange sheepishness. She reaches out to take her clothing. ]
Thank you. [ She hugs the bundle to her chest, regarding him with mixed fondness, like she's not sure how to feel. ] ... so, um.
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God. There he is. Tall and broad, built like a mountain and roughly as physically imposing. The way he looks at her. God, how he looks at her. All she wants to do...
... for some reason, is slap him really hard. The impulse is sudden and she just barely manages to bury it. Instantly she goes from warmth and fond reunion to intense awkwardness. Why did she-- how could she-- in what world would she really want to slap him-- but the half of her mind that's fresh off two years apart from him and still quietly angry over his broken promise is difficult to ignore.
Thankfully, she has another half of her mind, a Luceti-influenced half, and Thor is spared a slap. He is not, however, spared her sudden stiff posture or strange sheepishness. She reaches out to take her clothing. ]
Thank you. [ She hugs the bundle to her chest, regarding him with mixed fondness, like she's not sure how to feel. ] ... so, um.