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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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[foolforlust]

Nothing. Just- they’re doing that talent show thing. And we used to put on a good show… Thought it might be fun, ya know? Instead of performing alone?

[helluvamess]

You used to put on a good show, Fizz. We both know I couldn't get a laugh if I fucking tried.

I wasn't cut out for that shit.

[foolforlust]

You made me laugh. [And that owl, but Fizz isn't sure where they're...at right now.]

And we were both good with the acrobatics.

[helluvamess]

I guess... but you sure about this? No one's gonna give a fuck if you don't want to. No giant clown asshole here making you do it either.

[foolforlust]

Exactly. You know how long it's been since I got to do this 'cause I wanted to? I mean, I loved my work but- [Well, Blitzø'd understand better than most, it was like that when they were kids too.] I know it's kind of a...sore subject. You don't have to it's not something you really want to.

[helluvamess]

No, I'll do it. [It's a little too quickly, and Blitzø is glad Fizz can't see him blushing.]

I mean, it's like you said. It's something you can do cause you want to and I guess we weren't so bad at the acrobatics shit.

Just don't ask me to make any fucking balloon animals.

[foolforlust]

Yeah?? We're doing this?

[Fizz laughs.]

Heh, sure, I can handle any balloon animals.
But I remember liking yours, what was it- Worm Horse?
You always did have the best stories.

[helluvamess]

You're kidding, right? You hated the pirates and blood and shit.

But yeah, I guess I'll do one performance with you.

[foolforlust]

The parts without the blood and pirates.

[And there's that almost familiar laugh from childhood, slightly bashful.]

Thank you. I promise, it'll be great.