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notes1: hey guys, I can write things other than angst! i'm getting back on my writing groove, and i'm working on all of your (extremely late) prompts. so far i have juvia/gray for ShyButterflyKiss, and silk or fever for StarlitxIcexGoddess9074.
07; modernization
lokelucy
materialistic much?
Her nails, painted with a smoking shade Erotic Electric Emerald, clacked against the polished surface of Loke's Audi. Naturally, said man winced at the plastic sound that it made, watching miserably as Lucy continued to leave nonexistent neon green residue on his prized possession.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, quite irritably, and Loki frowned in dismay. Obviously, she was in a terrible mood, and she really should not be anywhere near his car.
"I would like to inquire, m'lady, about why you have such a sour face," he countered smoothly, gently plucking her hands from their position on the hood.
"Liar," she scoffed. "You only care about your car."
Gravely, Loke twisted his features into a blank expression. "You got me, Lucy. My car is the only thing I live for in this cruel, cruel world."
A second passed, and the next thing he is aware of is that Lucy's eyes crinkle adorably when she laughs, and that, screw his Audi, he can live for Lucy's smile instead.
