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[Blitzø slips inside as though he's half expecting the door to be slammed shut on him in the process, and that he finds it stranger when that doesn't happen. His tail flicks back and forth like a wary cat's, and there's a pause as he clearly flounders with the reality of being offered anything by Sebastian.]

I guess?

[Wait, is he supposed to do small talk now? Fuck he's bad at this.]

So, uh... you still all human and shit?

[Anyone with an ounce of self-preservational instinct would probably hesitate to invite someone in who's both stabbed them and broken into their cabin before... but well. Sebastian's self-care skills, folks. Plus, he figures Blitzø wouldn't come to him for help if it wasn't important, and important conversations require tea.

He goes to put on a pot on his old-fashioned, portable kerosene stove before taking out two cups.]

Unfortunately, yes. [He at least doesn't look as horribly sleep-deprived as before?]

I would hate to deprive the Admiral of his due amusement, after all.

Oh shit, did he actually say he was getting off on this?

[His words are crude, sure, but there is genuine surprise and maybe, if someone squinted, a little concern. Whether it's for Sebastian or just at the fact that the Admiral may just as easily do the same to any of them is up in the air though.]

Oh, nothing as self-serving as that.

It is merely that he, seemingly omnipotent as he is, was unable to grant what Mr Cho and I initially asked of him. Instead, he charitably suggested this option.

Sure seems like he makes a lot of shit up about what he can and can't do, doesn't it?

[Which does put him on edge about the whole deal thing but at least the one thing he'd considered so far had already been proven possible by Sebastian himself, not that Blitzø was about to tell him that.

Instead he watched the other demon make tea, his tail still flicking as he takes a seat.]

So I read some of that shit you wrote in the warden book.

[Sebastian leans against a wall as he waits for the water to boil. It sure seems like the Admiral does, yes, and not one single warden besides Trevor will acknowledge that.]

Oh, so? [Go on.]

So... Trevor came to me talking all about how he might end up demoted and some fuckers were encouraging him to help with some fucking stupid revolution bullshit plan. [It comes out in a bit of a rush but it's there now.]

I'm already gonna handle both of them but I guess... I don't know. I feel like he listens to you? Or likes you? No fucking clue why...

I mean even if I dangle every fucker who tries to put the idea in his head over the side of the boat by their entrails, I don't know if that'll be enough if it's just me trying to make him stop.

[Ugh. Sebastian rubs his temple in annoyance as Blitzø explains.]

Truly, that man's earnestness is sometimes more trouble than not... [Trevor, he likes you so much, but SERIOUSLY.]

I will have words with him. Yet if I may offer some advice... threatening or harming the instigators is likely to be unproductive.

Maybe, maybe it'll scare 'em off enough to know not to touch other people's shit.

[Because he wouldn't care so much if the people in question just wanted to talk, fight, fuck, or whatever else with Trevor. But getting his ass demoted is right out.]

Figure Trevor at least might listen if it's more than just me so you know... thanks. Or whatever.

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