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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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Hello, my name's Xie Lian. One of my jobs here is try to look out for 'unpaired' inmates, so I wanted to introduce myself. Sorry it's so late.

[There had been that whole Death thing.]

Alright, Shortstack, looks like it's you and me this month. Looks like I might even be your first, so if you need a hand with the whole 'The Fuck Should I Expect From Wardens 101' talk, I'm happy to help.

[ughhhhhhhhhh. why why why]

Hello.

How is your shoulder healing?

[moving from here]

Blitzø knocks back the remainder of his drink then sets the glass aside, only not tossing it across the room at the sink because he remembers at the last moment that Astarion basically owns this room too.

Then he drops down to the floor and stalks closer, tail curling through the air behind him.

"So... how attached are you to those clothes being in one piece?"

Where the fuck are you?

[Trevor makes a face when he sees the Admiral pairing him with literal demons. Sure, he likes Blitzø, thinks he’s funny and relatively harmless (for a given value of it) but he sees this more as a ploy for the Admiral to get under his skin. Under both their skins.

And of course the file is in HIS cabin and not the cabin he’s actually staying in. He rolls his eyes, reads it once and tucks it under his arm.

Then he goes knocking on Blitzø‘a door]

[After Allen has ~~properly repressed~~ processed his memory of the Breach:]

Are you allright?

[Sounding tired, but also with a slight edge of wry humor-- ]

So where do fake lives fall on the crappiness scale?

[From here]

Pick somewhere you don't care about destroying.

And I have a condition.

Hey. Sorry if I was a little short with you earlier; I was dealing with some stuff. Though, if you don’t mind me saying… for someone whose default communication mode is verbal provocation? You sure can’t take what you dish out. But I did recognize it as a defence mechanism and should have taken a higher road. I’ll remember that and try to be more respectful of your feelings in the future. Thank you for getting in touch about Kikimora. I appreciate your concern for her.

Sooooo.

You met my old warden yet?

How are we feeling today, darling?

[Why is he asking this right now? A FUCKING MYSTERY.]

Oy, you up? Got a few things I wanna run by you.

You're incredibly lucky he didn't kill you.

[Continuation of this thread]

[Hanna swallows hard, eyeing the arm around his shoulder and then back at Blitz. How did this even happen and holy shit is this guy like super fucking forward.]

Um. I- Are you sure? Cause it'll...It'll be just terrible if it did come with me, like I said. Hives and um. Fluids. Lots and lots of fluids.

[He can't even help it as he laughs nervously, frozen in place.]

[from here]

Blitzø lets Johann walk him backwards, taking the opportunity to run his fingers and claws over the tentacles and see what sort of reaction each touch gets, trying to get a sense for how sensitive and malleable they might be.

"I mean, I'm guessing you got at least one inside Florian, maybe two... pretty sure I could manage three or more and if they're flexible enough then that makes it even more fun."

The backs of his legs hit the couch and Blitzø drapes himself back to grin up at Johann. "You tried them out on yourself as well?"

Heeeey dude, uh. Just shooting you off a message, wanted to check in.

Don't get too wasted, uhm. Talk to you when you get this? [Because he can't just check in on Stolas. That'd be rude.]

[Trevor is still getting used to the abrupt move practically forced on him by Florian. He emerges from the other man's guest bedroom in the early morning hours with a jaw-cracking yawn, prepared to go in for his first kitchen shift. He slouches his way over to the coffee machine to make him (and Florian) breakfast, unaware that there's a third person living in this apartment]

Hello, darling.

A word about one of our newcomers. Enver Gortash is from my home city. I'm playing nice with him, but he's a greasy little lunatic and can't be trusted.

So…

Good day, Blitzø.

If you are interested, I have a one-day experiment for us in custodial to try. We may be able to cut our workload in half while simultaneously irritating Richter Belmont.

Are you interested?

Hey, you still alive?

As soon as Collins's stupid warden told him that the restrictions had been lifted the Irishman informed Zichen that he was going to test it. Collins didn't explain any more than that. So sometime that same day, Collins found Blitzø.

His lips curled upwards slightly.

Without any warning the Irishman stalked up to the imp with quiet footsteps and, aiming purposefully, Collins kidney punched the demon.

Oy.

Got a quick request for you. One I think you're gonna like.

[from here]

With Abel making sounds like that, Blitzø can see why Cain might like him so much, at least in the beginning. The noises he makes could probably put Angel Dust to shame.

He's something of an expert with carrying people larger than him between Stolas and Loona, so it's pretty easy for Blitzø to kick open the door to an empty room nearby and toss Abel onto the bed. He follows immediately, stalking forward on hands and knees with his tail swaying behind him and a predatory grin in place.

"Real quick, you tell me to stop and I will. Got any 'no's I need to know about?"

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