theflashyfool | IC inbox @ Golden Peacock

“I cannot say it was a pleasant experience. Much too hot for my liking. I was actually relieved to be naked or I might have suffered ill effects of the heat.”

Buggy isn’t wrong there. It was the opposite of fun or good. Though it also isn’t the worst thing he’s ever experienced.

"Not one for heat?" He questions curiously, a slight tilt to his head. "At least that part... seems to be over with for now, I suppose."

The least they can likely ask for here.

“It is not my favourite, no. Though I handle it much better when I look like this.” He doesn’t explain further, merely leaves that statement floating out there pretending it means nothing or like Buggy would just know, but really he’s using it more to tease.

Loki nods. “Yes, though I suspect this place will dole out things much stranger than that. What with how much they push sex around here and believe it or not, it takes some of us more than just being naked to inspire such things.”

"You-- don't always look like this?" He arches a brow curiously. He's not quite sure what that means, but color him intrigued.

"I'm hardly a chaste kinda guy, but you're right. I'd be afraid to encourage their incentives when they seem to have shit that can make you want it though." And he's not sure he particularly enjoys the aphrodisiacs either.

A small wry smile plays on Loki’s lips at that. “No, this is a rather powerful glamour my adoptive father put on me at birth. Typically I require touching something or someone from my homelands to reveal what I actually look like though.”

Loki hums in agreement. He’s no prude. In fact, he’s quite the fan of sex in general, but he’s already fallen prey to some of the tricks this place likes to play and he doesn’t want to give in so easily. “Oh yes, I would guess they have many ways to encourage us to participate. What I’m more curious about is why. Why go through all the trouble of kidnapping all these people for a place like this?”

"You were adopted, huh..." And his father could-- change his looks? That's interesting. Buggy's seen all sorts of strange people in his day, and he can't help but wonder what's under this glamor.

"I was-- sort of adopted, myself. Don't think glamours were a thing or else, I wouldn't have..." He makes a gesture vaguely towards his nose, but he doesn't want to say more than that, really. Sore subject.

"You know, I've been wondering that too. Feels like it's gotta be more than some weird pervs with voyeuristic tendencies, right?"

“I was, yes. It was hidden from me for most of my life. The glamour was not only to hide what I looked like from others, but from myself as well.” There’s a small hint of bitterness in there, but Loki truly is mostly over that issue. He still just wishes they had told him instead of lying to him most of his life. “It is quite a powerful spell. I am a rather accomplished mage myself and yet I cannot remove this glamour. Or at least, not so easily.” Or maybe it’s that he hasn’t really tried. He might have come to terms with his true lineage, but that didn’t mean he wanted to walk around all big and blue with red eyes and horns either.

“Oh?” Loki looks at him curiously, clearly wanting to know more, but it’s pretty obvious from how Buggy reacts that some or all of what happened is a touchy subject and Loki knows all about those. He knows better than to touch on anything of the sort.

“Oh yes, very much. Though I do believe they are weird pervs with voyeuristic tendencies as well. I would very much like to know the mystery part though.”

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