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"If you're hearing this then I can't be fucked answering right now or some other shit-covered fuckwich is going down on this boat so I'll get back to you when the fuck I can!"

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[The door to Blitzø's cabin looks like a typical shitty apartment door. Inside is pretty much exactly a shitty apartment. The door marked "Loona's room" does not open when tried and it appears that Blitzø himself sleeps on the couch. The walls are covered with images and drawings of horses, however every picture of Blitzø has his face scribbled over.]

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Satan's ass, you sure you don't wanna take me up on that proposition? Sounds like you need to get fucking laid if you're spending all your time sitting in here sharpening knives.

I think my girlfriend would have some choice words about that. And I don't like wardens who sleep with inmates, theirs or others.

Is she here, or are you sitting in here stroking these knives all day by yourself and that's all the action you're getting?

[It's possibly a sensitive topic, but for all he knows Trevor is tapping some other warden ass here already.]

Isn't that like, half the wardens at least? Most of those fuckers don't seem to care.

She used to be here.

[fortunately Sypha is actually not a sore spot at all and makes Trevor very happy to think about her]

I'm not one of them.

Christ you're as bad as Moxxie. She fucking peg you too?

[The knifes disappear into his coat to join the one Johann gave him. A gun would still be his preference but at least he's got something now.]

Aaand what if she did?

Then you've probably got cobwebs down there it's been so long. You can just say you don't know if it works any more and that's why you're pumping knives all the time.

Do you really enjoy talking about this sort of thing?

The fuck does that mean?

[Crap, he feels like this is about to turn into some kind of discussion about emotions or some shit, and tries to break away from it by sliding off the bed to put the bottle down, not really looking at Trevor as the other man answers.]

I just want to know if you're angling for a reaction from me. If you're trying to get me angry, or horny, or whatever-the-fuck.

Orrr if it's just a thing to keep shit-kicking. Because I'm not..much for that. It takes a lot to piss me off, I mean a lot. I don't usually get angry, and I can't sustain it long, it just makes me tired and bitter.

[That... is actually worse than some Malcolm-esque attempt at talking about feelings or whatever. He keeps his back to Trevor to hide the flicker of genuine hurt.]

Christ on a stick, I was just talking shit for fun. Don't get your fucking ass clenched over it, I won't fucking do it again then.

Seriously?

[Well, shit. He exhales]

Sorry. I..lots of people here have tried to press on what they think are sore spots. Didn't know this was for fun.

I was trying to say, I don't mind either. I've had people purposely try to get under my skin a lot and...thought you were trying to do the same.

It's fine. I know I'm a fucking dick to everyone.

[So he really shouldn't be surprised when people assume the worst, since it's also what he often pushes people to.]

Probably took it too far anyway.

I should go to work, otherwise fucking Zack will get his panties in a twist.

[That's not the case, he wants to say; instead Trevor lets it pass with a shrug. He's not equipped yet to deal with the self-loathing of his inmate, although he makes a mental note to find a way and cheer him up later.

Though he makes a face at the mention of Zack. Yeah; Trevor's never been much of a fan either. They're better now, but when he was an inmate, he loathed him]

Sure.

You can switch jobs, too. Don't know if you knew that. I'd put you on breakfast crew with me but we're full up.

Also Sebastian is on the breakfast crew, remember?

[Even if they did have space, he wouldn't expect that to go down well for any of them.]

But yeah, I know. Cleaning shit's not that bad, it's not like it's hard or dangerous or anything. And I get to spend most of it alone.

Sebastian's...not so bad.

Don't get me wrong, he's an evil bastard who could wipe the floor with me, but the ship couldn't run half as well without him.

[a shrug. He adores that terrible demon]

That's fair. Let me know if Zack starts to give you shit. He and I..really didn't get along all that well from the start.

Pretty sure he still wouldn't want me there since I stabbed him and he was a bitch about it. Fucker should have just stabbed me back.

Eh, Warden Buns has stupid ideas sometimes but at least he lets me work on my own now. He needs to do something other than leg day sometime though.

[He heads for the door and, just as he's leaving sticks his head back in.]

But hey, at least now if Belmont Junior gives me shit, I'll tell him all about how hard you handle me and traumatise him for life.

[Annnd he's gone, just in case Trevor throws something.]

[He laughs, and flips Blitzo off as he leaves]

Get the fuck out of here!

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