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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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[helluvamess]

"Then fuck whoever says you're supposed to 'be the better person' or some shit, that kind of crap doesn't always work."

Blitzø stretches a bit, feeling some vertebrae pop in his spine, and yawns.

"Some of these fucking wardens don't seem to get that whatever works in their world isn't gonna work everywhere else."

[sixfeetofdirt]

"They don't."

He slides his feet into his shoes and then sweeps a delicate hand down the front of his shirt, straightening out a few creases.

"Maybe we'll do this again sometime, darling?"

He's found his reason for it, now. Not just the pursuit of oblivious pleasure, but - the chance to just talk. To be understood, to whatever extent this place makes possible.

[helluvamess]

His tail flicks lightly, Blitzø liking seeing Astarion reset himself like he hadn't just gotten fucked into the mattress. Of course it also made him want to find a way to completely ruin him with pleasure and watch him try and hide that again some other time, but that might be a future goal, if he's lucky.

"You know where to fucking find me. Plus seems like this room needs more cleaning, for some reason."

Grinning, Blitzø grabs his remaining clothes and the towels and starts for the door. He'll drop most of it off at the laundry room and claim that he was doing room clean up or something. Zack was probably too busy doing fucking squats to notice anyway.