[Ivar is holding him too tightly, putting pressure on all his sore spots, and he's about ready to heat up burn him off when he's finally released. The look he's giving Ivar during all that affection is one of quiet frustration, but he accepts the kisses and the the gentle touches. Accepts it, but doesn't return it.
And then he's let go, he moves two steps back to reach up and lick the blood off his palm. Idly he wonders if that hoodie is the same one he's been wearing, or if Ivar brought his own copy of it in from the ocean.]
Fuck, man... [He growls.] You know you can call me, right?
[As if he ever answers his phone. At least he usually remembers to call back after a few days. Usually.]
Don't touch me, alright? I'm all busted up, it just hurts. I need you to talk to my dog for me.
[And as if on cue, a slightly thin beauceron with floppy, uncropped ears wanders in from one of the unused rooms. And as soon as he spots Ivar, the dog stops short and bristles, pinning his ears back and glancing at Dodger as if to ask for reassurance.]
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Date: 2020-02-12 05:42 pm (UTC)And then he's let go, he moves two steps back to reach up and lick the blood off his palm. Idly he wonders if that hoodie is the same one he's been wearing, or if Ivar brought his own copy of it in from the ocean.]
Fuck, man... [He growls.] You know you can call me, right?
[As if he ever answers his phone. At least he usually remembers to call back after a few days. Usually.]
Don't touch me, alright? I'm all busted up, it just hurts. I need you to talk to my dog for me.
[And as if on cue, a slightly thin beauceron with floppy, uncropped ears wanders in from one of the unused rooms. And as soon as he spots Ivar, the dog stops short and bristles, pinning his ears back and glancing at Dodger as if to ask for reassurance.]