[He's the first to know? As always, he prefers not to let on but that little signal of... forgiveness or tolerance or whatever it is all but gives Loki warm fuzzies. All he sends in return is a violently pink cat emoji, which Clint is welcome to interpret for himself.
It's about half an hour before he buzzes the intercom, and he in no way has to wait for the door to open but he gives it a moment anyway, standing there patiently with a bag from Petco and a drink holder from Starbucks, like the world's weirdest Uber Eats delivery driver.]
[ Shhh shh you heard nothing. Nevermind he was screaming at the top of his lungs and crying. ]
Hmm. He should miss me. It will be a miracle if he can run the restaurant half as well now that I am not there to check that he's not undercooking the steaks. Or running himself into the ground, the old man.
[ Aw, Nami, you do care.]
Is that so? I'm glad to be here as well. You do need good food to keep your strength.
Zoro doesn't seem too thrilled to have me around, though.
[ it was very endearing, not that she'd admit it. ]
Just try not to think too hard about all the oregano getting used.
Zoro is Zoro. It would be weird if he was chipper or thrilled about anything. He's like a toddler, you just have to let him take his naps or he'll get fussy.
[This is one of the few times that Iggy is ready on to go when he's told to be. Usually he treats punctuality as an abstract concept, but you don't keep certain people waiting.
So he's outside his apartment building in nineteen minutes, wearing black slacks and a fitted burgundy turtleneck. It's not fancy, but that's because he knows he's not going to be wearing it for long, one way or another.]
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