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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]

[Fuck. He lets go immediately, looking away and mentally cursing at himself.]

Sorry.

[monsterjohann]

[The apology strikes him immediately and he sobers up. He had thought the laugh would show he was teasing, but he pulls out of him slowly and he settles his cheek on his chest.]

I just wanted to do this, shithead. Don't pout.

[helluvamess]

...oh.

[It's nice, and now he feels like a shitheel for immediately assuming the worse.]

Sorry. Just... used to having to sneak out after I guess.

[monsterjohann]

I know.

[But Johann wants the affection and isn't too ashamed to take it for himself.]

You're not sneaking anywhere. I'm taking you back with me, remember?

[helluvamess]

It's my fucking cabin, dipshit.

[And he'd instinctively thought that Johann would want to leave, although doesn't say as much. There's weird guilt in doubting him, even if for a moment, and he doesn't know what to do with it. So he does what he does with most of it and shoves it down to be dealt with never.]

And anyway, I think you fucked the feeling out of my legs. So unless you've actually got muscles on that skeleton you call a body, I'm not fucking walking anywhere.

[monsterjohann]

Yeah, and your fucking cabin is shitty.

[He sends a bit of a shock in his arm, closing his eyes.]

And I'm not going anywhere without a nap.

[helluvamess]

It's my apartment, fucking dick. What, you want me to move in with you now? Pick out fucking-- [A yawn cut him off, the weight of Johann's body pressing down on him and the aftershocks of a fantastic orgasm working at him.] --fucking plates and shit?

[Well a nap does sound good, and he's pretty sure Johann isn't moving any time soon anyway. So, trying not to let himself enjoy it too much, Blitzø lets his own eyes close. Eventually, his breathing evens out into a low purr.]