@WithBoomerangs Upon hearing the familiar voice Thor turned and let out a laugh, a large smile on his features. "Ah! My drinking partner!"

@WithBoomerangs "Oh you have not a single idea." He let out a chuckle and gently embraced the female in a hug. "Have you used my tips?"

“Never understood how Midgardians could find such joy in what they call... Hopscotch..”

Casually clears his throat behind Jane Foster and crosses his arms over his chest. Awkward Thor..Very...Very...awkward.

Places an arm around @WithBoomerangs and chuckles softly. “Midgardian weather is so.. Strange is it not? One moment it’s warm. The next it’s colder than a frost giants heart.”

An Asgardian sized tickle was immediately placed upon @WithBoomerangs’s sides. Her giant had decided to surprise her.

Troubled Asgardian noises emit from the God of Thunder as he takes a seat in a nearby chair. Something ails him.

He slowly opens the door and steps in before closing it behind him. He takes a seat down on the edge of the bath and lets out a soft sigh. “No I worry about something, though I cannot bear to speak it out loud. It’s something I know I shouldn’t worry about, though can’t help..” x.com/withboomerangs…

The Asgardian has become a ball of pure awkwardness at this point. He knows not of what to do or think.

Cue one Asgardian going in search for a remedy for sadness. His diagnosis is chocolate, roses, and a giant bottle of whiskey.

He’s trying his best to fit in. Though he’s got to admit Midgardian clothes are rather lack luster.

Uh oh... Angry Asgardian noises where growing within the God of Thunder, someone isn’t happy.

“This thing is starting to grind my nerves thin..” Thor said growling slightly, eying down a toaster. His patience with the machine was very low at this point. Almost to the point he was ready to throw it.

He couldn’t take it any longer. This machine had burned his bread long enough. He wanted golden brown but it kept spitting out a darker piece. He grabbed it and opened the window tossing it out before closing it. He didn’t feel good about it but now he was a bit more calm.

Eyes are sensed upon him causing his gaze to shift awkwardly around.

Brows are now furrowing on the Asgardians face as he soon gives Loki a, less than flattering, gesture with his hand that he had learned from many Midgardians.

Unable to contain it a chuckle escaped past the blondes lips. The gesture was soon put away afterward. “How dare I? I’m sure you’ve had far worse, Brother.”

Those words actually caused Thor to scoff slightly and to stand to his feet, a glare shooting over toward his brother. “Always one to grow so emotional, I find it shocking you were not born a woman.”

“Perhaps if you were not filled with as much childlike jealousy and angst I wouldn’t grow illtempered with you.” Thor reached over to a table where fruit lay and grabbed a grape. Tossing it directly at his brothers face, causing it to bounce off of his forehead.

|| Why must family bombard me with things every time I get back into RP? Is it some kind of cycle? A cruel prank? . . . I’m paranoid aren’t I?