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[manofmyword]

There is a Jotunn in the bar, wearing a blue shirt and green vest, sitting at a table by the Window and humming to himself as he builds a house of cards. A pair of scars trail up from the corner of his mouth, one broad and puckered, the other thinner, hooking into the shape of a smile.

He seems very pleased with himself.

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[manofmyword]

He shrugs.

"They put me in the crazyhouse, if that's what you mean." A faint smirk curls up one corner of his mouth. "I'm having lots of fun there."

[sonofjotunheim]

Ants were definitely too good.

"Argr and mad. Charming."

He can't help laughing a bit. No wonder his other self so forcefully turned him down.

[manofmyword]

"Lllike a cat among the pigeons," he says, sounding deeply satisfied. "Mm, but then, I'm always like that."

[sonofjotunheim]

"Am I to believe that you ate whoever was tasked with keeping you away from the public?"

[manofmyword]

He whoops with laughter.

And... doesn't answer the question.

[sonofjotunheim]

Of course he doesn't.

"You are not the most dangerous thing to go crawling in dark spaces. Surely, you must know that."

[manofmyword]

"Oh honey," he says, "believe me, I never forget it."