09-08-2026, 10:41 PM
Mik snorted a laugh and grinned. His own weather indeed! "Yep! Just call me Perun." He looked to the side for a moment and then back at the man. The blanket haze from Red Hulk was warm and comfortable. "You know how it is, " and then nodded at the invitation and stepped in.
The room was not huge. But it wasn't small either. He was sure Masha would have been happy at its being 'juuuuuuust right!' Right up until the bears showed up, anyway. Where was he? Yeah, the red fog was cloudy through his brain and body. He stuck out a hand. "Name's Mik. Thanks for the invite." He looked around. Lots of equipment and such. Some posters of hot chicks on the walls, the smell of grease and grim. He was sure there was probably some place comfortable to sit. You didn't get high without the lounging, after all.
The guy didn't seem too far gone. And he was bored and looking for fun, one way or another. A smirk appeared. "I'm not one of those door-knockers. Jesus never returned any of my calls anyway. But I am sharing some good news of good tidings," as he pulled his bag out and cracked it open, letting the pungent nose filling aroma fill the room. His smirk became a grin. "Now whether you see God, well...that's up to her," he said with a wink.
He dropped the bag on the table next to where they stood and nodded to it. "Help yourself." He looked around, trying to get a better idea of what went on here. "Guessin' working here probably makes it a necessity. Me, I'm just out looking for some trouble to get in to."
The room was not huge. But it wasn't small either. He was sure Masha would have been happy at its being 'juuuuuuust right!' Right up until the bears showed up, anyway. Where was he? Yeah, the red fog was cloudy through his brain and body. He stuck out a hand. "Name's Mik. Thanks for the invite." He looked around. Lots of equipment and such. Some posters of hot chicks on the walls, the smell of grease and grim. He was sure there was probably some place comfortable to sit. You didn't get high without the lounging, after all.
The guy didn't seem too far gone. And he was bored and looking for fun, one way or another. A smirk appeared. "I'm not one of those door-knockers. Jesus never returned any of my calls anyway. But I am sharing some good news of good tidings," as he pulled his bag out and cracked it open, letting the pungent nose filling aroma fill the room. His smirk became a grin. "Now whether you see God, well...that's up to her," he said with a wink.
He dropped the bag on the table next to where they stood and nodded to it. "Help yourself." He looked around, trying to get a better idea of what went on here. "Guessin' working here probably makes it a necessity. Me, I'm just out looking for some trouble to get in to."
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods