Moᑲɩᥙ⳽║Spoιlerѕ Alerт

⧼ All I ever wαɴтed wαѕ тo вe yoυr ғrιeɴd. ⧽ 一 Mαтυre Tнeмeѕ , 一 Deтαιled Sтorylιɴeѕ , 一 Aвѕolυтely NO мιɴorѕ , ♡ & ↺?

"And you dare to call yourself the 'Superior Loki', I should have known you were all talk." Resting his hands within his own lap Mobius' gaze falls upon the god so sheepishly sat before him. "What am I supposed to do with you now?"

"But where is she, that's the question at hand. We need to track her down and stop her before she attempts to strike again," the Agent's hand is coarsely dragged over the length of his features as he settled into the seat beside his Variant. "We're not getting anywhere, are we?"

"And what of the Variant at hand, just what have you learned about them so far, huh?" With a huff yet another hefty stack of vanilla folders is haphazardly dropped into Loki's lap. "You really need to start taking this more seriously. Not everything is a game, you know."

Oh wow... /fascinating/. He is moved by Loki's vast myriad of knowledge. Do note the sarcasm and exaggerated roll of eyes.

Always just one step behind...

And what of his studies, hmm? Just exactly how far has he gotten since Mobius' last walk-through?

He misses his salad. R.I.P.

The salads in the cafeteria are beyond delicious... at least, that's when he actually gets to eat them.