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Spring in the Nexus is decidedly more warm than it is above the Arctic Circle, still cool and breezy, but the sun is warm on the skin and the bright buds on the trees promise warmer days yet to come. Not quite hoodie weather, which is why Thor has made the concession of rolling up the sleeves on his, showing little self-consciousness about the gleaming metal of his left arm. Despite having been rather scarce here since autumn, he looks as though he's been taking care of himself properly - clothes clean, hair brushed, even his beard is recently trimmed to rein in split ends and keep it manageable.

His body language tells a slightly different story. The way he moves is a little restless, constantly in motion in miniature, like he's not quite sure what to do with his energy. He walks slow circles around the Plaza, backtracking on himself for no particular reason, deep in thought.

Finally he looks up, good eye narrowed as he puts those thoughts into words. "I need a hobby," he says abruptly. "Something active, I mean. Maybe a sport? I've tried running, and it's all right. Gets me out of the house. But it's not what I need, I think. Any suggestions?"