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HULLO :D sooo to apologise for not updating in a month, i have come to bring you incorrect quote featuring Týr, Loki and a small bit of Mobius + Sylvie :)
hope you enjoy + this also helps give a feel for Týr's personality and stuffs :D
also if you like this and want me to do more in-between chapters when i cant write for a while, lmk! it wouldnt replace a chapter, but its just some easy content for me to do when the Týr + Loki brainrot is hitting hard but i dont have time to write
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Týr: Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first.
Loki: *sobbing*
Týr: Look, I'm not sure where to go with that.
Týr: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.
Mobius, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.
Týr: Make no mistake. Not only am I party rocking, but I am also in the house tonight.
Loki: But are you shuffling?
Týr: Everyday.
Mobius: What language are you two speaking??
Týr: Hey, about that love letter you sent me-
Loki: *blushes* What are your thoughts?
Týr: The fourth sentence-
Loki: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I-
Týr: It’s “you’re” not “your”.
Týr: How do tall people people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?
Loki: Týr, it's four o'clock in the morning.
Týr: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?
Týr: Ugh, there’s always that weak bitch in the group who isn’t down with murder.
Týr: *glares at Mobius*
Mobius: Well, sorry I have morals!
Týr: What do you call quantums of electromagnetic radiation that don’t get along?
Loki: What did you just say-
Týr: Foetons! *Laughs*
Loki: Wh-what?
Mobius: Týr, is that legal?
Týr: When there's no cops around, anything's legal!
Týr: I just ended a five year relationship.
Sylvie: Oh no, are you okay?
Týr: It's okay, it wasn't mine.
Loki: Are you tall enough to play basketball though?
Týr: Are you calling me short?
Loki: I'm calling you vertically challenged.
Sylvie: Truth or dare?
Týr: Truth!
Sylvie: Do you-
Loki: I dare you to kiss me.
Týr: *kisses Loki*
Sylvie, to Mobius: They said “truth”, right?
Sylvie: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok?
Týr: Okay.
*later*
Mobius: Týr! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble.
Sylvie, whispering: Deny everything.
Týr, loudly: That isn't a chair.
Týr: Are you mad?
Sylvie: No.
Týr: So sharpening your knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby?
Sylvie: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it?
Týr: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?”
Loki, scoffing: Oh, please.
Týr, to Loki: Hey, how you doin’?
Loki:
Loki: *giggles and blushes*
Týr: I fell—
Loki: From heaven?
Týr: No, I literally fell—
Loki: In love with me the moment you saw me?
Týr: MY ARM IS BROKEN!
Loki: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.
Loki: You’re drunk.
Týr: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Loki.
Týr: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.
Loki: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.
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ook have an awesome day/night :) i love my silly gay fellas.