#* ljuuga .

          ━━━━   his wrinkled brow arched upwards when hearing loki , his words immediately catching his attention from across the table . the piss poor lighting hanging above them did a good job at casting shadows upon their features, but they could not hide THAT WHICH WAS AMISS . an eye from wednesday’s right socket and a piece of leather from loki’s scarred lips. both of them had lost access to certain luxuries most took for granted . but because their stories had pleased the people who had created them, they had both been REWARDED in other ways. after all, worship was a two way street : if you’re kind to your gods you get compensated . and if the gods are kind to you, they get LONGEVITY. mr. wednesday leaned over the suspiciously humid surface between them , not looking the least bit bothered by the fact that his creme sleeve might now be plagued with the corrosive pine scent of cheap cleaning supplies.    ❝   loptr , my boy , if the day ever comes in which you might find me the least bit inclined to say nay to such an outrageous offer from your part ,   ❞       his voice lowered into a dark rumble. although his tone seemed to indicate that a storm was near , a wide dazzling smile was still easily spread across the old fraud’s thin lips.