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Help, I need to hide at your tower for like a week tops so the paparazzi don't realize I'm currently a walking fountain of secrets that should not be said.

Kaaaaaay.

[ that was easy. too easy? well, maybe not too easy in the sense that odin said yes without asking too many questions, because of course he did, but easy in the sense that odin didn't start screaming about how his house isn't worthy for the hallowed footsteps of Foggy Nelson to grace. ev EN THOUGH THAT IS VERY MUCH HOW HE'S FEELING!!!!!! HE NEEDS TO CLEAN. HE NEEDS TO GET ALL THE GLITTER OFF THE WALLS ]

I'm a vault. Through and through. Nothing can escape the cracks of my proverbial fortress. If I can seal within me the raging fury of thirteen endless gods, I can obviously seal away any secret you might spill within and unto my glorious person. And other fancy words like that.
I haven't been telling any secrets? So. You won't have to worry about awkward conversations with ol' Odin Dark. But. Buuuuuut.

I...
I want to hear...
The gossips. The legal case-y law gossips. Would that be... exceptionally illegal?

[Huh. That seemed easy—

There it is.]

I legally can't talk about ongoing cases and my clients' personal details. If I can't tell a guy on the street anything you've confided in me as your attorney, I can't tell you anything a client of mine asked me to keep, and I can't talk about cases that I'm working on.

But yeah I can absolutely tell you about the asshole prosecutor in a case that ended three weeks ago and how I'm actually pretty sure he's secretly seeing his secretary on the side. It's a whole soap opera in the DA's office right now.

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