[ Eliot glanced back at the bed and his brows finally made that pilgrimage to the sacred peaks of his hairline. ] You kiddin' me? [ He stared back at the god. ] Seriously?
[ One finger pointed towards the newly redecorated bed. ] That's pink.
[ Yet when it was apparent that Loki wasn't budging, and why would he, the trickster's apron was frilly black and pink, Eliot pointed one finger at Loki as if to say, You ain't heard the last of this, pal. But for now, he obediently turned and stalked back into their bedroom with the hot pink bed. ]
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[ One finger pointed towards the newly redecorated bed. ] That's pink.
[ Yet when it was apparent that Loki wasn't budging, and why would he, the trickster's apron was frilly black and pink, Eliot pointed one finger at Loki as if to say, You ain't heard the last of this, pal. But for now, he obediently turned and stalked back into their bedroom with the hot pink bed. ]