Who: Nyx and Loki. What: Nyx is checking on his friendemy Loki. With soup. Where: Loki's place. When: Recentish? Rating: PG:13 for Loki anger.
Nyx had a container of piping hot soup in his hands. The town was sick, sicker, and incredibly sickly. So many people were down for the count and no answers on where this came from. Tony's whole house was down for the count, except for him. Loki was down for the count, and he hadn't checked on Ritsu yet. He'd have to make sure the kid was doing alright. Carol hadn't answered yet, and if she stayed radio silent, he'd have to make sure she wasn't burning a hole through her bar. That was counter productive.
One friend at a time. First up was Loki.
Traveling through town was quick and very uneventful with everyone practically down with this strange flu. It was unsettling. To such a degree, he quickened his pace some. Not that the town was all that large. When approaching the place he knew Loki was staying, Nyx took a moment to consider his options. He looked at the phone device and thumbed his post that Loki responded to. Typing out a quick response he approached the door. Stab him. He wasn't going to expect that. Who would stab the delivery boy? That's just ridiculous. Stuffing the phone in one pocket, and then knocking with that hand he called out.