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[Loki is up at a ridiculous early hour. He hurries to post a message on the corkboard and after that he hurries back into his room to rummage through his stuff and not wake Thor. When it is about sleepovers of a most epic kind Loki needs to come prepared, of course. He figures there might be blankets and a pillow so at least he does not have to drag that all through town.

He picks out some books, some clothes, grabs the notebook where he hid that weird note he has scribbled that one time he cannot remember. He is humming a song to distract him from the fact that he is more confused than anything right now. He has not been able to speak to Leah after their visit to the spa. He has been quite successful in avoiding her, actually, especially since the effect of the chocolates did not fade like they should. Still, sometimes he still peeked out of the window at nights to see if she was sitting there like she always did. Habits never really die easily, after all.

And that is where this epic sleepover comes in! And feel free to bump into him as he is running up and down floor five, making a mess of the kitchen or being far too loud during the morning.]

[Well, Loki arrives at House 44 quite on time. He's holding a bag filled with books and another bag with clothes. Really, the god of mischief is not one for many luggage.]

Hello! Hello! Hello! I have come for the great sleepover!

[He is waving to anyone who might spot him standing underneath a window or in front of the door. And of course he'll knock the door a couple of times for emphasis.]

[Written]

Dearest land of Luceti,

Since the great feast of Valentine has passed us I think it is an excellent time to assess eachother's experiences during this great feast. Have you been able to achieve great love through my excellent advices? Have you been able to make out with the tongues? Or did you even got the time to rut? After all, the feast of Valentines is an excellent opportunity for such acts of pleasure.

Dr. L. Laufeyson is once again open for all your remarks, suggestions, questions, assumptions, ideas, thoughts, opinions, feelings, views, presumptions, analyses, stories, could be's and should be's.

I am most interested in your stories and I shall answer all your questions just as accurate as I have done before, yes?

All the best in the Nine Realms and the like,

L. Laufeyson

PS: Is there anyone else still suffering from the effects from these chocolate treats? I am still rather eager to engage in the act of hugging. :-/

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Well, it isn't a discussion about me either. It is a discussion about love and how we have different views upon it, you see?

How am I disgusting? My hygiene is impeccable.

There's absolutely no need to describe love by referring to how people kiss.  I'm pretty sure it's understood by now that it happens and there's no need to reiterate it to make a point.  And the way you put it was rather crude and that is why you can be so very disgusting.

[He is very much trying to avoid describing what he thinks about love to Loki right now.]

Kissing with tongues is kissing with tongues. You use your tongues to enhance the kissing experience. That is not crude, disgusting or anything you wish to make it look like.

It is a mere fact. Tru-fax, yes?

Then what is it to you, Vegeta the Veteran of Love?

Cut it out with this internet jargon, I've no idea what that means nor do I care to find out.  It's completely confusing and worthless.

[What does he think of love? He sits back and takes a deep breath, which thankfully Loki can't see or else he'd realized he just made Vegeta really think about that for a moment. That's not very becoming to a warrior, after all.]

Don't ever call me "Veteran of Love".  It's degrading and I don't want to ever hear it again.  Loki, there is no way for me to explain it to you over a text message.  And it's very personal subject.

[It did, after all, help define who he was after he came to Earth, over time.]

I see. Shall I prepare tea? I am over at House number 44.

We shall exchange personal love stories and the like.

What do you not understand about it's personal?  Were you born with a brick for a brain?  I'm not interested in sharing my life story with you.  And you wouldn't have enough tea for me anyway even if I wanted to share.

Vegeta the Saiyan, I am aware of the personal matter of love. But second of all, we are also friends, and friends tell eachother personal matter.

As long there is enough water there will be enough tea.

Personal matter that I wish not to discuss.  If you want to find out about my personal life you're going to have to get your information from someone else.

[He's starting to hate the fact that he shook hands with Loki on this concept of being friends, not thinking much of it and just doing it to shut the boy up. His mouth turns up in disgust at the thought alone. Though the thought of tea and bacon and possible bacon and peanut butter sandwiches again was tempting, because he is indeed, always hungry. It was a weird combo but he actually liked it.]

You know, there are far more things friends talk about than personal matters. [Still dodging.]

I applaud you for your dodging techniques, Vegeta the Saiyan. It must be one of the techniques Saiyans have perfected over the years. The art of dodging.

Of course! Friends also talk about other, mutual friends and comment on their strange choice of clothes. And significant others. Males drink beer and watch 'a game' on the Midgardian tube of television.

Do not fret, the concept of friendship is not unbeknownst to me.

Spare me the sarcasm.  I've never understood the point of criticizing other's clothing or speaking so much about each other's mates.  It's a strange and unbelievably bad habit I've found most females to be accustomed to doing.

[Like the time he overheard Bulma and Chi-Chi talking about him from around the corner.]

I also do not understand this obsession with the TV, it's a total waste of time.  There are so many other things one could be doing than sitting down and watching some pointless program for hours on end.

[Seriously, who has time for that crap?]

((This tag reminded me of this.))

I am afraid I cannot do that. To spare sarcasm and the like. I do not get the fascination with clothes either. Clothes are just clothes. If one would not wear clothes they would be naked and that would be even more awkward, you see?

Am I correct to assume you know a variety of other, exciting things to do with your time? Second of all, should I start boiling some water for neverending tea?