@themazeiskey | Plotted Starter
“Loki!” Came the harsh voice of one of the senior officers, his face screwed up in annoyance as he drags around the young woman in cuffs. While the officer looked peeved, she was grinning ear to ear, clearly enjoying herself.
Didi was not exactly a new face but one that managed to get on the last nerve of every arresting officer in the precinct. Didi always argued they were all just anti-fun but in truth, she just had a knack in winding people up in one way or another. “Loki.” This time she says it, so fondly even as she’s abruptly seated in the chair across from his desk, Didi throwing an annoyed pout up at the officer in question.
“She won’t cooperate with anyone but you-- deal with her.” As the aging officer at the end of rope storms off, Didi sticks her tongue out at him.
“Can you believe him? So rude, hm. Pushing me around. There’s no need for that, I know my rights.” She wasn’t even a US citizen but she seemed to adopt those rights right away. “Sooo, how’ve you been? You look thin-- are you eating? I told you last time if you don’t have time to cook you should call me. I’m an excellent cook, hm.”
