Inbox for TLV

[bartenderbitch]

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

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[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?