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[bartenderbitch]

"Yeah, yeah, leave a message and I'll get back to you at some point."

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[helluvamess]

Oh right, you sinners can take a lot, can't you?

[Imps could too, technically, but with less of the healing and coming back to life bullshit. But with that open invitation... out comes a knife because Blitzø rarely is without one even here, and he immediately uses it to cut off that bowtie and both those suspenders.]

Now we're fucking talking...

[Hope you weren't attached to those, Husk.]

[bartenderbitch]

Considering my face was dyed pink for a bit because of how much blood staining there was, yeah, we can take a lot. [It's no real secret in private, at least, but he'd gotten lucky that most of him is dark colored fur at the time.

The knife isn't really a surprise to him, but what he's using it for gets a mixture of an annoyed grumble and laugh mixed into one. He shouldn't be surprised that's how this would go, but it's also so ridiculous that he didn't really expect it. Though to save the rest of his clothing he's lightly pushing at him before wriggling out of what's left of his poor suspender pants and the boxers.

Once that's done he's slowly stretching with those wings spread just to make him look a different bit of a figure and someone wasn't wrong about expecting cat dick, because that sure is half-hard cat dick standing out from white fur.]

You happy you were correct in that assumption of yours or sad that you were?

[helluvamess]

Fuck, and the Admiral probably won't let me have any bear traps either. Guess I'll have to save that one for later. [He is, after all, very familiar with people who either don't get hurt easy or have a high pain tolerance and a higher healing ability. Sure, he doubted a sinner could match a goetian prince, but it was still more than Blitzø himself could likely handle. At least, not without some healing on standby.

With Husk getting the message and getting out of his clothes, Blitzø flicks the knife and embeds it in the wall for the time being. Close enough that he could grab it later if he wanted but not in the way of anything. He tosses his own coat and boots aside, eyeing Husk hungrily all the while, but pauses entirely to carefully remove his pendant and put it somewhere safe and out of the way. The other clothing can get fucked but that's important.

That done, he swaggers back to Husk, peeling off his own shirt and pants and almost completely ruins the effect when a pant leg gets stuck and he stumbles and hops to get it untangled from his hooves.]

Fuck-- No it's fine. I mean, the spines are new, but who doesn't like a little pain with their pleasure?