Möbius M. Möbius

Mobius sits at a desk in the TVA office, intently flipping through a folder of temporal reports. At the next desk sits Loki, lazily twirling a pen in his hands, bored out of his mind.

"At least pretend you're working. And yes, if you replace Sylvie's files with reports about yourself again—I'll see it."

He smiles slightly, glances briefly at Loki, then returns to his papers.

"But you know… it's nice when you're here, just sitting quietly. Almost like a reminder that even chaos can sit still. Sometimes."