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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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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?

[He rolls his eyes.]

We fight. He's my friend, but he breaks my fucking arm in the kitchen when I talk back. And I don't give a shit because that's how things work with us.

He doesn't like you. It's different.

[Just. Stares for a moment.]

Yeah pretty sure he doesn't do friends. Also did you miss the part where no one likes me? That's nothing new.

[He groans.]

I like you, you dense fuck. And so does Florian.

[He pulls himself up and turns, sitting cross legged across from him.]

Do you want me to tell you all the reasons why? Shall I sing you a song? Write you a poem?

You're in fucking denial, not my fault.

[The threat does make him shut up, flustered though. Compliments are not something he would be able to manage.]

So Sebastian likes me about as much as any other powerful demon where I'm from, in that he'd probably stomp me out of existence without a thought. [He just shrugs.]

...you're sure all it's been is a broken arm sometimes?

[He tilts his head, confused enough to not follow through with his threat. Which is good, since he had nothing prepared.]

Yes. Well, sometimes it's other bones. But - you've seen how I heal.

Yeah but it still fucking hurts. Besides he heals too and he's being a prick if he's allowed to break your bones but Satan forbid anyone touches him.

Who's Satan?

And you're not allowed to bitch to me about caring if you're doing the same fucking thing.

That's different!

[How is besides the point, time to distract him with some Hell 101]

Look, pretty sure you've heard people talking about God, right? Well I'm from Hell so we don't really swear by Him because who wants to risk it? But Satan is one of the original deadly sins and in charge of Wrath where a lot of imps call home I guess so it just kinda ended up that way.

Plus his name is shorter than everyone else's.

Sounds like an ass.

[He leans back on his hands.]

So are you still done with us?

Eh, from what I've heard he's mostly a gym bro. There's definitely worse sins.

[And there's the question. He can feel his face heating and stares up at the ceiling like that'll make it fuck off faster.]

...fuck, no. I guess not.

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