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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]

Oy.

Got a quick request for you. One I think you're gonna like.

[helluvamess]

Finally. Yeah I'll suck your dick, just make sure you wash it first.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Oh my god, no.

My own ex-warden's being a shit. Go and tease him, and I'll request whatever you want from the Necromancer.

[helluvamess]

What, you trying to get demoted, setting your poor innocent inmate on another warden? Shame.

[atowncalledtreffy]

No!

Not...demoted. Just teased.

[helluvamess]

What am I teasing him for anyway? For teasing you? Cause I think you've forgotten who you're talking to here.

[atowncalledtreffy]

He has this goddamn obsession with my shoes and the way they smell. Fucking werewolves.

[helluvamess]

Sounds like he needs an intervention if anything, I've fucking smelled your feet from two rooms over. Buuuut~ I've got an idea.


[Which is why, the very next morning, Trevor's shoes are missing.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

What the hell...

BLITZ.

[shouted from two rooms over]

[helluvamess]

Wow, I mean. I knew I could get you yelling my name one way or another but I didn't quite think it'd be this easy.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[he goes to seize Blitzo by his horns]

C'mere! Where the fuck are my shoes?

[helluvamess]

[He just hangs in Trevor's grip, the grin getting even wider.]

Take a guess.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[he glares, frustrated]

We're going to the wardrobe. I LIKED those boots.

[helluvamess]

Holy shit we're getting a clothing montage?!

[Best. Day. Ever.]

Fuck yeah, we'll try on clothes, then go to the dining room for brunch and coffee, then after that... we can go horse riding!

[atowncalledtreffy]

Oh my god.

Since when can you ride a horse?

[helluvamess]

Uh, you're gonna teach me? You started a while back but we haven't had the chance since.

[atowncalledtreffy]

So you steal my shit and that makes you think I'll turn right around and teach you today?

[helluvamess]

Oh come on, you can get new shoes! Or just ask Lark for them back. What does it matter?

[atowncalledtreffy]

I liked those shoes! I've had 'em for years.

[helluvamess]

Smelled like it too.

What did you even want me to do to him anyway?

[atowncalledtreffy]

I dunno. Tease him about feet?

[helluvamess]

Yeah if we start that I have to tease all of you. Your feet are fucking weird.

So... are you gonna start siccing me on people? Do I have to start charging you for it?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, your hooves look like a pony's.

Maybe. Do you like it when I do?

[helluvamess]

...no. I don't wanna be anyone's fucking attack dog or hired goon.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[genuinely]

Sorry. Won't say shit like that any more.