[ Pleased to have manipulated Tony into cooperating, he wraps his arms around him and walks backwards, steering them into the lip of an alley between buildings so that he can watch him work. He likes the way Tony's eyes are blue enough to resemble chips of the sky, even when distracted, and runs his hands into the dip of a narrow back. ]
Any luck?
[ Loki's Starkphone, as it turns out, after a few near misses with some nasty viruses that look like triggers to actual spells, yields the password: the number is easily swiped, four digits.
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Any luck?
[ Loki's Starkphone, as it turns out, after a few near misses with some nasty viruses that look like triggers to actual spells, yields the password: the number is easily swiped, four digits.
It's the day and month of Tony's birthday. ]