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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]

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.