Owner	Pose
Adrien Agreste	Adrien had just finished a radio interview. Canadian stationn but it was French Canadian so they wanted news on the Parisian born heartthrob model. As lovely as the day was, he opted to walk instesd of being driven. One habd in a pocket, Adrien made his way down the street.
Loki	Radio-Canada excels at those kinds of programs, French language cultural interests, news, the rest. Unfortunately they tend not to be the thing that Loki Odinson ever listens to. Nothing stops him from doing so, beyond the lack of a streaming device, and no doubt if he really wanted, he might tap right into the signals. The horns on his gilded helmet have to be good for //something//. The morning finds him striding up the street in front of Hammer Plaza. Just why he has his nose in a book is hardly evident, though sometimes men like the feel of paper instead of a tablet or e-book reader. It's a slim one at that, and the finer points deserve a look over. Notably the book isn't a book //per se//, it's much more a cookbook.
Adrien Agreste	Oh! pizza. Not something Adrien can have any timw he wants. There's a moment of thiught, grewn eyes flicking to spot his driver, tailing himn stuck at a red lighy a block bavk. One brief roguish grin and Adrien moves to thw door... without looking where hexs going...
Loki	The stream of instructions on the page should be simple enough. Why ever would the Trickster God need to cook for himself? Man has to eat. He thumbs through the list of ingredients and the method, flipping over the page and revealing a glossy image that sells such publications. He has no trouble weaving around obstructions -- slower traffic, bins, yapping dogs eager to say hello -- and sidesteps as the flare of magic percolated through his endlessly enchanted gaze. "Have a care," he notes, "the road's slippery."
Adrien Agreste	Adrien blinks at tje voice, drawing up short so he doesnt careen into tjhr man whose nose is in a cookbook. Man, some days Adrien wishes he knew how to cook. "um.. Thanj you," he says softly , accent apparent. "Sorry."
Loki	The crisp British accent gives Loki away, the ebullient notes of mirth carelessly scattered for an engaged listener to find them, treasures worth having. He raises his shoulder, and glances up from the decadent culinary array. Shutting the covers, he tucks the book into the pocket of his coat. It doesn't actually stand out at all. Nothing like banishing it back to a library of his somewhere. "No trouble at all. Water main repair of some kind around the corner."
Adrien Agreste	"What?" an eloquent response from thw magic-creature carrier. Perhaps he was too surprised by the declaration of water main to notice the pocket of holding.
Loki	A gesture made to the puddle running through the gutter and the stained concrete, wet and treacherous to the footing. There are a few workers no doubt labouring to fix the main further up the street, but the watery outcome is not something immediately visible. Loki smirks slightly.
Adrien Agreste	Adrien follows where Loki points, eyes taking in the sight. &r"Mon Dieu..." pauze to switch languages. "Ah, thank youn" he says, eyes flicking tiward the car... a silver towncar. now waiting by the curb. Adrien sighs softly, shoulders dropping slightly. Time ran out to get pizza. What terrible luck!
Loki	His god indeed. Maybe it's not the specific god but the infusion of a bit of faith most certainly helps. Not that anything obvious happens. Loki glances to the car and back to Adrien. "Yes, rather a nuisance. Snarling up traffic and causing all manner of irritation for those used to wiping away such barriers in their way. Do be careful out there."
Adrien Agreste	"I will. Thank you," Adrien says, worry distracting him. Is everyone ok? Did he know anyone that might have been hurt? was it an akuma?
Loki	Given the bustle of men in orange safety vests a block up, things seem orderly enough. Vehicle traffic may be snarled enough, controlled by a man with a lollipop sign, 'stop' on one side, 'slow' on the other. Pedestrians don't even seem to notice, wandering to and fro. The dark-haired Asgardian arches an eyebrow. "You look concerned. Do you own property along here?"
Adrien Agreste	"hmm. oh. no. Nothing i own... just... I hope i donr have...any friends... rhat were near.." Adrien says, the words edging on the the cliffside into a lie for all the informarion it lacks.
Loki	"Yes, a bit of an inconvenience, all said and done. No doubt Mr. Stark will put out some kind of proposal to turn all the pipes into solid glass or the like." Loki chuckles under his breath, and the good humour just isn't dented in the least. "Well then! If all is good, I shall leave you to your own devices and allow you to get where you were going."
Adrien Agreste	Adrien nods lightly, stepping away from the pizza place and toward the waiting town car. Hand in pokcrt he looks cool and unattached. Inside, he feels that ever present sensation of being caged.