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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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[hick_for_hire]

Striker knows speed isn't necessarily his strong suit, but hunting and tracking absolutely are the stronger points. Which is why he's taking this slow despite wanting to get to the "good" part, this is just as much fun for him. Luckily he's also good at hiding the rattling when he wants to and when he does see him he pauses on the rafter, watching him with a grin crawling to his lips.

Easy enough for him to assume that he's listening for the rattling and he has his tail curled tightly around the rafter he's sitting on to both help avoid that and for balance.

Too bad he's not making a single noise as he lunges towards him from behind from said rafters to try and roll and pin him to the floor.

[helluvamess]

He's focused for the sound of a rattle, a hiss, hooves on the floor. Blitzø forgets that he's no longer the only imp who can scale walls on this ship.

Striker's weight slams into him from behind and Blitzø hits the floor with a grunt and a yell and then he's twisting as well to try and get away. But Striker's good at this, has wrangled a lot more creatures than Blitzø has, and he ends up breathing heavily but pinned all over again.

[hick_for_hire]

Really makes you wonder how he's an assassin sometimes, not that Striker's thinking that outside of passing amusement if he knew he wasn't paying attention to anything other than those three noises.

It'd be easier wrestling with something larger and heavier like he's used to, but he can work with this as well. His instincts are at least quick enough to make sure he gets him pinned on the floor once more, leaning down to casually tease and trail those sharp teeth along his neck with a low noise that sounds between a mix of growl and some sort of purr before he decides to say something. "Mighty convenient of you to head this way and I do like a good hunt." As if that would surprise anyone what-so-ever. "You wanna keep this game up or get behind the fuckin' door to draw some real blood now?"