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[reargunner]

ᴛᴇxᴛ | ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ | ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ | ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ



Leave a message if you want. I'll get back to you when I pick my comm up.

Or I won't.

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Dootily doot doot, text

[bartenderbitch]

[Should be noted that this is all in written Russian.]

I have a question for you, if you have a moment. It's nothing bad, just easier to write than it is to talk right now.

[reargunner]

[Given Cain's tendency to just leave his comm in his cabin sometimes he doesn't reply for a couple of hours.]

Sure, shoot.

[bartenderbitch]

[Cain, he is going to fight you one of these days.]

You can say no, I should clarify first. [Great start, clearly.]

I... had a thought. I know you figured out my whole situation and while I'm here, I'm not constrained to the deal I made but I keep finding myself touching my neck, having phantom feeling of the collar still being there. And it's starting to get to a point where it's a problem.

Have you ever heard of a theory of taking something negative and replacing it with positive memories instead?

[reargunner]

[Bring it on old man (ง•̀.•́)ง ]

Sure. Done it a couple of times myself.

A problem how?

[bartenderbitch]

[EXCUSE YOU.]

Someone touches it wrong and it triggers shit I'm not terribly keen on dealing with, the phantom feeling of it being tugged on when it's not, the whole anxiety spiral that goes with it. That kind of shit.

[reargunner]

Gotcha.

So how can I help?

[bartenderbitch]

[This is precisely why he's using text, because he has to stare at the screen for a long moment while he thinks about how to even say any of this. And not quite noticing how tight his own tail is curling around him.]

I can't really ask anyone else about this shit. [The only other person he'd trust right about now probably has the same issue and he's not about to drag him into something that would be uncomfortable for the both of them.]

Dunno. I just. I know some people are into that shit as, like, a sexual thing or whatever? It'd at least be better than what it currently is.

It's fucking stupid, I know, forget I fucking asked.

[reargunner]

[Wow.

Okay, that's...

That's a lot of unexpected right there.]

You'd trust me for something like that?

What about Angel?

[Because he saw, and he's not stupid.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Shit, of course not.]

I'm pretty sure he's got the same problem I do and I don't wanna drag him into that kind of shit if he doesn't want to. He's been on a leash far longer than I have and to a much bigger shitbag.

And I would, yeah. While I suck absolute ass at a lot of things, I've yet to be wrong about someone.

[reargunner]

Give me a minute.

[He needs to sit and think about this without worrying Husk is just sat waiting for an answer.]

[bartenderbitch]

Take your time, I ain't going anywhere.

[reargunner]

[He thinks it over for a good ten minutes.

It isn't something he's ever done before, and though he knows how to be that kind of domineering he hasn't done it in a while... The idea of it does stir up a certain unease in the pit of his stomach but maybe he can make this work for himself as well.

And if it's too weird they can just stop, right?]

We can give it a shot.

[bartenderbitch]

[Absolutely. If it doesn't work out then it doesn't work out and he's not the type that would go around even talking about this sort of shit himself, so it could just be something they do once and then never again and nothing to worry about.

It's certainly not the first time he's dropped something when he's been asked to. Even if during that entire ten minutes or so he's got his face buried in his pillow and really wishing he could suffocate. Unfortunate that he can't.]

Yeah? Not sure exactly where to get that kind of shit here, but I appreciate it. Seriously.

[reargunner]

Easier for you than me I'm guessing, though with how into each other everyone is in this place I doubt it'll be that hard.

Then we'll need some ground rules... and a safe word for you.

[bartenderbitch]

[Ugh, actually, he knows exactly where he can get one and he's not terribly keen on what he might have to do to get one.]

Actually, I think I know a source already.

You want to talk about this through text like this still or in person or something? Doesn't matter to me either way. [Is he maybe wanting to be flopped on someone right now? Perhaps.]

[reargunner]

Is that your gruff old man way of saying you want company?

[bartenderbitch]

[Oh, oh that's some bullshit and he's shifting over to audio specifically for this.]

Get your fucking ass over here. [The answer is yes.]

[reargunner]

[Snort.]

God, you're an easy read. I'm coming.

[bartenderbitch]

Yeah, yeah, shut up.

[Says the man that just asking for him to do such, it's fine, he's fine.

He's absolutely going to answer that door in just those goddamned boxers he probably hates before flopping on the bed face first. In the "I am fucking tired" way and not in the sexy way.]

[reargunner]

[Cain lingers in the doorway for a second then shakes his head and comes in, closing it behind him before crossing the room.

He perches next to the demon and rubs one of his ears with his fingers.]

Real graceful. Excellent look on you.

[bartenderbitch]

[At first he merely grunts at the shift in weight on the bed, but it at least quickly devolves into that low purring until he rolls just a bit to grab a pillow and chuck it at him. Nothing he's doing in intent to hurt him, but enough to show his mood at the moment.]

I'm the most graceful person on this fuckin' barge and don't you forget it.

[reargunner]

Oi.

[He only has to lean to one side as little to avoid the pillow and he moves his hand to drag his fingernails slowly down the centre of Husk's back, scritching a bit against his skin along the way.]

Somethin' happen?

[bartenderbitch]

[Fuck that feels amazing, though, give him a second while he follows that hand in the most cat-like way possible.]

Nah. Just a lot of shit goin' on in my brain lately, nothing to worry yourself about. [If he keeps up with the nails, though, he wouldn't be against it.] Also one of the people next to me doin' some shit with herbs and didn't tell me fuck-all about it so I thought I was going crazy smellin' weird shit.

[reargunner]

[He lets out a little snort.]

Funny.

[When he gets to the base of Husk's tail he scratches there for a moment then trails his nails back up just as slowly, up to his shoulder blades again.]

So. How's the strawberry daiquiris?

[bartenderbitch]

Woulda been nice if he'd thought to check and see if anyone was in this room. [Not that he used to spend that much time in here until recently, but that's beside the point.

Especially while that purring ramps up once he gets to the base of his tail, loosely wrapping it around his wrist before letting go again once he goes back towards his shoulder blades.]

Didn't think about the fact my face fur is white. Dunno if he's managed to get the pink out of his fur or not, but worth it. [He should not sound as calm about all of that as he is, but it's not like they didn't heal or anything.] Been building up for a while, I guess.