12-11-2013, 10:34 PM
Smiling to herself Nessa placed her knife back in it's sheath. Her pale green eyes shifted upwards to look upon Loki when he squeezed her shoulder. It was true, she was always welcome to join him and she often took him up on that offer.
A laugh escaped her lips when he pulled her in close and he began rambling on about on of his many dreams. The man did have a knack for using words to create a picture. Grinning she shook her head and followed him out of the room.
Though they weren't a thing, and they never would be, she loved how he showed her off and treated her. Sure she would flirt and tease with him but never beyond that. He was a playboy and Nessa wanted something more for herself. Finally they exited the elevator and were in the office on the ground level. She felt as if a weight had been lifted off of her chest. The white haired beauty loved where she lived but sometimes it bothered her, living underground, hiding all of the time.
Once outside she looked around, taking a deep breath. "Well," she said slowly. "Playing pranks on people sounds quite fun and you know I enjoy that very much, but.." she trailed off and got a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I do so love pissing off those wankers. What do you say love? Let's go find us some agents to play around with." Nessa waggled her eyebrows at Loki and gave him a wink.
There was nothing better than creating utter havoc on those bloody idiots.
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