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"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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[Oh Satan's ass, the 'r' word? Really??]

The fuck did I do?!

[It slipped. He won't be repeating it once he's out of "frantic anger mode."]

You stabbed Sebastian.

Do you have a death wish? Because if you really want a thrill, I could put a knife in your throat myself and look better doing it.

I don't know how you're still alive right now.

Hah! Yeah, I did.

[He relaxes, but it's still weird that Johann is like. Upset and shit.]

He made a knife and I was just, you know, helping clean up. Fucker grabbed me and wouldn't let go so I gave the knife back.

Not my fault he's a pussy that doesn't fight back and runs to the wardens.

He doesn't fight back because he'd kill you, fucking idiot. You're lucky, not good.

I told you to stay the fuck away from him.

Hey, newsflash asshole, I'm an imp. I can't heal like you do and I don't have any magic or shit like that. Every other fucking demon or asshole in Hell has a chance of killing me and a good chunk of them want to, but if you think I'm gonna just roll over and be some fucking bootlicker because I might get hurt when I fight back? Then maybe you don't fucking know me that well after all.

Cry more, pussy...and stick to the ones on your level.

[He really shouldn't be in modern day breaches or play video games with Jedao because he picks up things like this and keeps it forever.]

Go pick fights with the humans. They bleed and they're more fun to stab.

Then I guess we're fucking done if you want me to stay in my lane.

[And he hangs up. Good thing he's already in his cabin so there's no awkward navigating hallways and holding off the meltdown at least. He's not surprised that it happened, he's more surprised that it lasted this long before he ruined it.]

[It's a few minutes later before Johann is pounding on his door.]

I know you're in there.

[He doesn't, but he's checked the rest of the ship, so - ]

Go the fuck away!

[Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut, but he figures that Johann has either checked everywhere else or might turn to the network next which is even worse.]

Why? So you can continue to be an asshole? This is why I demanded a meeting in person. So you couldn't do this.

I'm doing what you said! I'm not messing with people better than me!

Who said 'better?' Are you doing this because you're being a fucking coward?

Fuck you!

[That's it, he slams the door open, half hoping to hit Johann with it.]

You made it pretty fucking clear that you don't think I can take care of myself and I should just stick to people "on my level". Guess what, this is me doing that, so get the fuck out of here and just forget about me.

[He's leaning on the door, so instead of it hitting, he falls to the floor in a very undignified heap.

But he glares up at him from the floor.]

Gods, you really do hear what you want to hear sometimes, don't you? I'm not forgetting about you, you stupid imp. Get your head out of your ass.

Riiight. You just think I can't handle myself and should just be a good little imp just like the fuckers back home.

[Johann groans and flops on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.]

Fuck.

[He groans, because he's clearly going to have to spell this out for - oh fuck, this is what it's like to be Florian.]

No.

I don't want you fucking with Sebastian because I know exactly what he can do and will do because he does it to me and I don't want him to hurt you because I give a shit about your wellbeing.

Stupid fuck.

Fucking why?

[It's what's been on his mind for a while now, and he still struggles with it.]

I'm not good at anything, I'm a piece of shit to everyone and there's nothing fucking special about me. Why give a shit at all and not just let me fuck up and get made into fucking paste or whatever.

It's not even like death matters here.

It doesn't matter to other people. It matters to me when it's someone I give a shit about.

[He doesn't move from the floor.]

Did I ever tell you that, until Florian died, until I watched him get blown apart, that no one could remember me? They would see me once and forget my face. Their eyes would slide right past me. Me. [He laughs bitterly.]

I thought that I was just very good at hiding.

[This six foot four inch goth scarecrow knows what he looks like.]

I got very good at being forgotten and unremembered.

[He drops down to sit on the floor just inside the doorway as well then, realising this, shoves Johann's legs out of the way so he can close the door and give them at least some privacy.]

...what changed? Or was it you coming here?

[Cause yeah, it does seem weird Johann wouldn't have realised that but then again, magic is fucking weird in general.]

[He draws his feet up, placing them up on the wall instead.]

The first time I came here, I still had it. People didn't remember me sometimes. They didn't know my face.

[Magic is fucking weird.]

Then I went home and came back and - it was as you see.

Florian was killed. He gave me his magic in his last moments and it somehow negated the inherent magic I had.

So... you still remember him dying?

[Even if Florian's here, he can imagine that would have been rough.]

...how long was it after he died that you came here?

Five months. Nearly six.

[He sniffs.]

I remember him dying. I remember not getting there quickly enough and letting her take the shot.

[He reaches over and slaps him across the face as he comes to a realization.]

So don't fucking die or get hurt. Especially in the godsdamned kitchen where I can see it.

Ow! Fuck!

[He kicks Johann's legs because the fuck dude.]

I don't fucking plan on it but I'm also not a fucking doll that you need to lock up somewhere safe, dickwaffle. With the way this ship goes, I'm gonna get hurt at some point. You can't ask me to just stay out of everything because you're scared of what might happen.

[Another groan.]

I don't want to lock you up. Well - [He waggles his eyebrows a little.]

And I'm not asking you to stay out of everything. Your best trait is that you don't back down from shit.

But not Sebastian. Just - stay away from him. Go fuck up everyone else.

[The flirting just gets a flat look.]

Why are you so worried about him in particular? You mentioned he's broken your arm before but this seems like more than just that.

What's he done?

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