[ Jane Foster is an astrophysicist and more often than not, she can read the stars better than people.
Darcy is the opposite of that. To her the stars might as well be fireflies in a big blue black thing, but she can totally read people. If Darcy was a superhero, reading people would totally be her superpower; that and her boobs. Also: taser.
So she can tell she totally said the wrong thing. Whoops? That might explain the genetics line from that other guy in her network post. She can tell there are already rules in this house (apartment) that You Shall Not Talk of Thor's Brother in Front of Thor. She can do that, even though it makes her super curious as to what the hell just happened between two Viking gods to be so irritated with each other. She figures not much, but what would she know? She thought Thor was a crazy homeless guy until an hour ago.
Darcy raises her hands slightly in meek surrender as Thor got over her faux pas and walked over to the suspiciously hairy couch. She sits down next to him, but not without a respectable distance as one can get with a couch. ]
Cool, I love dogs.
[ Even if she's more of a cat person. Some days she wished Jane was more like a cat when it comes to assisting her. ]
Sif - that's the woman who spoke to me? She seems to recognize me but I haven't got a clue who she is.
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Darcy is the opposite of that. To her the stars might as well be fireflies in a big blue black thing, but she can totally read people. If Darcy was a superhero, reading people would totally be her superpower; that and her boobs. Also: taser.
So she can tell she totally said the wrong thing. Whoops? That might explain the genetics line from that other guy in her network post. She can tell there are already rules in this house (apartment) that You Shall Not Talk of Thor's Brother in Front of Thor. She can do that, even though it makes her super curious as to what the hell just happened between two Viking gods to be so irritated with each other. She figures not much, but what would she know? She thought Thor was a crazy homeless guy until an hour ago.
Darcy raises her hands slightly in meek surrender as Thor got over her faux pas and walked over to the suspiciously hairy couch. She sits down next to him, but not without a respectable distance as one can get with a couch. ]
Cool, I love dogs.
[ Even if she's more of a cat person. Some days she wished Jane was more like a cat when it comes to assisting her. ]
Sif - that's the woman who spoke to me? She seems to recognize me but I haven't got a clue who she is.