not_a_troll | 3. [action]/[written] [slightly forwarded to the night from the 5th to the 6th of november]

[Action]
[When Loki wakes up the sun is already setting. And he has to admit he feels rather horrible. His feet are cold and his neck feels stiff and sore. He is also not wearing his own clothes, but a black pair of pants and a t shirt to match. They dressed him up in rather boring civvies.
The journal is lying next to him and he grabs it but doesn't open it at all.

First thing he does after getting up is climbing a small tree, trying to sort his thoughts before anyone would spot him, because for some reason they fail to make sense.

Well, knows what he has been doing the past couple of days. There was a draft, undead creatures and he set up traps, met one girl with blue hair and another girl with knives. He got wounded. And that is where everything becomes very blurry.

He might have visited a hospital? Something with books about chess? And there was this vague image of Saori somewhere...and his older self. And blood.

He waits until darkness has settled in completely and the other people in the village are going to their beds. Honestly, Loki is not the most happy 12 year old at this point, and all he wants is to get to his room without being seen. Without having to answer questions or have awkward conversations that would only be a great contribution to that headache that is slowly developing...]

[Written] (the next morning)
Billy! Or anyone who lives on the fifth floor of the fifth apartmentbuilding!
It is of great importance that the system of heating is turned on inside my room.

If one has done so allow me to express my joy with a smiley face :-)

[OOC: Loki got killed during the zombie!event on the 28th, his death penalty is a creepy inability to feel warmth.

He'll stay the night at Saori's place, but feel free to catch him snooping around in backyards.]

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[Billy eyes him cautiously for a moment longer, arms crossed over his chest, half-disapproving, half-defensive. Finally, though, he relaxes, arms shifting into a shrug instead.]

It's okay. Actually, now that you mention it, the magic club would be a good place for you to study, too. It's got plenty of people who are into magic but not necessarily masters. You could learn a lot in a group.

[Loki looks at Billy as well, rubbing his eyes.]

I will consider that.

[He nods and its obvious that he is fighting against sleep now.]

Mm.

[Billy takes note of the signs of weariness, his brows furrowing. Loki had said that he couldn't sleep, but he really does look exhausted.

Time to use the big-brother reverse psychology or something, then, stretching his arms over his head.]

Not to kick you out or anything, but do you think you could consider it at home? This fire's putting me to sleep.

[It's not even a lie, either; he could go for an afternoon nap after too many restless nights.]

[Loki blinks a couple of times and nods.]

Aye.

[He gets up and yawns.]

I might get some well deserved sleep right now. Who knows?

[Loki waves briefly before he walks towards the door.]

My thanks, you are definitely a good friend, Billy of New York.

Haha... same to you, Loki of Asgard.

[Billy returns the wave with a smile, feeling relieved that he's at least going to try and rest.]

[Loki closes the door behind him and heads back to his own quarters. After all, there is a lot of sleep he still has to catch.

And he has to think about practicing magic. Actually, there are a lot of things he has to think about...]