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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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[atowncalledtreffy]

Pyotr. Collins.

I don't know. Maybe they're right.

I just don't want to demote myself, leave you hanging, especially for something I think's going to fail. I've seen that happen to Hilbert when Taylor got demoted.

[helluvamess]

Collins that fucker who killed you? [And him but shh.] And can't say I know the other fucker.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah. He's not so bad.

Pyotr's the Russian one talking all the time about how all the wardens are brainwashed.

[helluvamess]

Pretty sure I can find both of them easy enough, so don't worry about it.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[he snorts]

Oh my god..

I'm asking you what you think. Not that I want you to go out and find them.

[helluvamess]

It's your fucking choice, but if you think it's stupid, why are you thinking about it?

[The part about not going out and finding them? Completely ignored.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

I worry that it's going to happen anyway, and I might have to make a choice. I'm not going to voluntarily demote myself but if some shit goes down and I've fucked myself over accidentally, I want to protect you first.

[helluvamess]

Protect me from what? The fuck are you actually planning?

[Because this is starting to remind him of Trevor being in the infirmary last time and he needs to stop giving a fuck about these people, clearly.]

Cause if you're planning on getting yourself killed or something for some stupid plan, I can just do it right now for you.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I'm not planning anything. I just...go with what feels right.

[He snorts, tired]

I don't know. Things feel...off. Tense somehow.

[helluvamess]

[Oh fuck, this is emotional shit. There's a brief flicker of panic and Blitzø fights the urge to tell Trevor to take his gay-ass drama bullshit elsewhere. He awkwardly stares over at the kitchen area, because I've decided that this is in person now, and tries to hide how lost he feels.]

You... fuck, I don't know. Should I make tea or something for you? Does that help?