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Leave a message for the Grandmaster! He'll be happy to return your call eventually.

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[worstweasley]

[Well. This is going to be sufficiently awkward.

Hux can barely stand to look the Grandmaster in the face when they live next door to each other. Now he's his temporary warden and he is....so much less sparkly than the other is.

He squirms, but knocks on the other's door]

Voice - After the kid flood

[worstweasley]

Grandmaster, I believe we are overdue for a conversation about you and your file. And how exactly we are going to get you off this ship.

May I come over at your earliest convenience?

[Video]

[worstweasley]

[On screen is the most annoyed-looking ginger bunny there ever was]

I trust you're handling this port better than I am.

[worstweasley]

Could I make a game, where I'm the grandmaster, and you merely the player?

[shiftedshape]

[It's been...months? He can't think straight enough to do the math. It's not the most comfortable memory to begin with, after all. Regardless, he broke off his arrangement with the Grandmaster quite a while ago, and at the moment that seems like a horrible mistake. He needs that distraction. Needs any distraction, frankly.

When the Grandmaster finally answers his door (after a lot of arrhythmic knocking), Loki's leaning so heavily against the door frame it's not really a mystery just how intoxicated he is. Nor is the reason for his visit a mystery when he shifts his languid body from the door frame to the flat of the Grandmaster's chest, arms looping lazily around his shoulders.]

'sbeen a while, hm? Changed my mind. Fuck me however you like. [He's too far gone to particularly care what they do, so long as the do something and soon.]