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nearly falling asleep on a park bench certainly wasn’t loki’s best idea, but this was far from the first time it had happened.  they’re only roused from their rest when someone stops in front of them, clearly blocking the sun, and they look up at the other for a few seconds before closing their eyes again.  “i don’t really need a personal sunshield,” they begin, “but you’re welcome to continue standing there.”

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“what?  have you never seen a grown man knitting before?” klaus asks, sparing a short glance upward.  it’s a stretch to call what he’s doing knitting - sure, the needles and yarn are there, but there seems to be no end product in sight, mostly it’s all just a mess.  the diner probably hadn’t been the medium’s best choice for his attempts, but it beat staying cooped up.  “you can sit if that’s what you’re after,” klaus says with a nod to the seat opposite him, “it won’t even cost you anything.”

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the slap of a volleyball hitting the floor reverberated around the gym, and tooru sent an angry pout to the place it had landed. he was practicing, trying to get his mind off the letter he’d received, but it wasn’t working that well - and to make matters worse, all his serves were off.  he grabs another ball from the cart, tosses it up, hits it - and it lands with force before bouncing back up, heading to the door.  the door that someone seems to have just entered through.  “sorry,” he calls over, forcing a cheer he didn’t actually feel into his voice. “can i help you, or are you just here to watch?”