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[helluvamess]

"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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[helluvamess]

[Blitzø blinks, not entirely certain what Hanna meant, and cocks an eyebrow.]

What, the tongue or the flirting?

[He waves a hand] Cause it's not hot if you don't actually want to make out, so if that's the case, just say that and I'll leave.

[falkeditupagain]

[There's a moment when he actually has to wonder if it's both or just the one.]

The flirting I guess? Like. I get that you're not making fun of me but- [This is so fucking awkward. If he just had magic he'd have been less nervous like ten minutes ago. He wants to drown himself in the sink.] Okay. Okay. Whatever. This is fine, and, so are you. So...

[He moves around the small little island, closing some space but not meeting him all the way.] Im ready to go straight to hell I guess.

[That's what happened when you made out with a demon, right? Punch your ticket to the bad place or something?]

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø heaves a sigh and puts a hand up, stopping Hanna from getting any closer.]

No, fuck it. You're not into it so don't try and force it. I mean, I'm a piece of shit in a lot of ways but I'm not about forcing that.

[Instead he holds the cup out to the other man.]

You got any more of that slushie shit? Or you wanna go get something to drink somewhere else instead?

[falkeditupagain]

[There is some disappointment but mostly relief when Blitz shuts him down. The logistics of this and the rules he'd want to put into place would have made it worse. He legitimately does look a little guilty though, finally closing the space to grab his cup.]

Sorry, and thanks, that probably wouldnt have been fun for you even if i wasnt freaking out anyways.

[He puts both cups on the counter, considering, though he doesnt have that much shit left in the freezer so one was probably good. That and hed have to make more ice and that took forever.] Im out if ice. Maybr you could show me where the speakeasy is? Hunter mentioned it but no one else did, so it'd be kind of nice to know.

[Just because he was nice didn't meant he was a fucking narc. Plus, if graduated wardens knew about it, it probably wasn't that big of a secret, right?]

[helluvamess]

Hey! [He thrusts a red, clawed finger at Hanna's face.] Don't fucking apologise for saying no to shit like that. If someone gets mad at you for it, you tell me and I'll rearrange all their organs into splatter art.

[Then he gives Hanna the cup and nods, stretching his arms like everything was back to being fine.]

Sure, I'll show you in. Stick with me, kid, and no one'll fuck with you.

[falkeditupagain]

[He blinks at the claw in front if his face, so close his glasses almost get in the way.] Uh, sure? Though really I could probably just tell them to fuck off myself. But I appreciate it?

[He would be stumbling over it, sure, but he could do it.

His expression sours just a little at the kid comment though, even as he puts the cups in the sink. Filling them and the blender with water so that his later problem of dirty dishes wouldn't be quite so sticky.] Im twenty-four. Not a kid, just saying.