[Leaning back on one hand, Angel laughs, teasingly eying Blitzø's pants like he thinks he must be lying about lacking the ability to keep up. Keeps his expression light, even as he warns-] Didn' no one tell ya not ta ask how the sausage gets made? Or... gets sucked? It'd ruin the magic.
[A shit ton of drugs and a contract that removes his ability to say no, might not be a secret or anything, but talking about it would probably sour the mood.]
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Date: 2024-12-10 04:26 pm (UTC)[A shit ton of drugs and a contract that removes his ability to say no, might not be a secret or anything, but talking about it would probably sour the mood.]
M'just that good.