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[ikols]

[ A crown! A paper one, set down in front of the camera as Loki starts another. ]

Evening, Quarantine! Tonight in this broadcast is hereby declared Treats-For-Truths and origami gifts are now ready for sale! The price: tell me one of your secrets and I'll send a paper-something directly to you via magic. Please don't get too adventurous in your suggestions, I only have but ten fingers.

[ Other examples sit around the crown, such as a dinosaur, car, and (you're welcome, Thor) teeny tiny hammer. ]

Anyone who owns or is entitled to a crown will get one for free, in a colour of their choosing. Doodled details upon request.

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[ikols]

A UFO.

[ Scale down your desires!! ]

[wiccant]

You said anything, Loki.

[ikols]

Yeah? I'm compartmentalising! That's how you run a business, Billy!

[wiccant]

And my secrets are worth more than a paper UFO.

[ikols]

I can customise things, that's what I'm doing for my sister.

[wiccant]

I guess I can think of something.

[ikols]

Think of a secret first!

[wiccant]

I'm not sure if I have any secrets you don't already know.

[ikols]

I'm sure there's something.

[wiccant]

Well, yes, but not ones I'm going to share.

( give him a minute, he'll think of something--wait a second. )

I'm not playing this game with you!

[ikols]

That's fine. You're not getting a cool toy for a crappy secret, Billy.

[wiccant]

You're not getting my secrets for folded paper either.

[ikols]

Then I guess you're not playing the game with everyone else. Bye!

[wiccant]

Bye. I'll see you later.

[ikols]

[ Guess who is playing this game intensely in his bedroom. There may be a steady stream of origami leading into the corridor where he tosses the unwanted ones. ]

[wiccant]

( wow, that sure is a lot of paper. billy picks up a small paper plane, holds it in one hand while his other raises to rap knuckles against the door frame leading into loki's room. )

You're making a mess!

[ikols]

[ Calling back, ]

You're not my mother and this isn't Asgardia!

[wiccant]

( taking a moment to whisper sweet nothings to the paper plane before it takes off straight for loki's eye. )

[ikols]

[ So distracted he doesn't notice until, ] Oww!!

[ Rubbing his eye, wtf. Fine! He'll pay you attention!! ]

What do you want!

[wiccant]

( his error in thinking here was assuming loki would dodge it. oops. now he feels a little bad, but. loki will be fine. )

I'm not your mother and this definitely isn't Asgardia, so pick up your mess. Or I can keep throwing it back at you.

[ikols]

[ Snorting indignantly, ]

You can't tell me what to do in my own bedroom.

[wiccant]

I'm not in your bedroom, I'm outside of it.

( look he'll even stand right in front of the doorframe and. gesture down to the mess in the corridor. )

Are you sure you're not still twelve?

[ikols]

Are you sure you're not?

[ Spreading an arm where he sits on his bed, surrounded by paper used and new. ]

Exactly who am I hurting?

[wiccant]

No one. Not about the secrets. About the mess.

( which he's slowly kicking towards the door frame to get it out of the corridor, at least. )

[ikols]

Those are practice models! Stop crushing my tiny paper children, you beast!

[ A bird is enchanted to whizz over, glowing with green light, and mess up Billy's hair as a distraction. ]