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Thor is pretty sure that they are having a competition where the first person who moves their facial muscles loses. The thought almost makes him laugh. He’s not really sure what the problem is, despite the fact that Loki, currently winning the One Expression Only competition, has explained it twice and is gearing up for a third go round.
“Alright, let me begin at the beginning, as you clearly are not understanding what I am saying. I,” he takes this time to tap a black painted fingernail on his own chest, “am double majoring in Astrophysics and pre Judeo-Christian theology and minoring in Classic Literature. He,” here he motions smoothly to Thor, “is majoring in Justice Studies and minoring in being loud. So on what planet does it sound like a remotely intelligent choice to room us together?”
But Thor knows that this is not a question that is meant to be answered, and Loki is just going to keep on going. The RA is gaining points in the competition for having kept her placating smile firmly in place for a solid seven and a half minutes now.
“I have filed several formal requests to be moved with a more,” he pauses, maybe to find a less offensive word than he called Thor last time, “agreeable, room mate. I have received no response. And I to believe that the fact that I pay to be here means nothing?”
And Thor is pretty happy to distinguish that this is a legitimate question, though it takes the RA a beat to catch on. When she does, it’s as though she has spent the last eight minutes formulating the greatest tactical response to Loki imaginable.
“Awww, 314D, no switching, no trading. Let’s turn the frown upside down!” and then she bounds away, ponytail bobbing, leaving Loki potentially considering homicide.
“So…does this mean I can’t have Volstagg over for beers tonight?” And Thor is a little worried that Loki will get a concussion bouncing his head off the wall like that.