ragnarsson | Penance Inbox

[It's not uncommon for Dodger to teleport into Ivar's room, but it seems like he's been doing it less and less. Getting caught up in his own life, having things on his mind that pull him away from his boyfriend constantly. Hell, by now Dodger can barely remember the last time they tried to kill each other. Which is exactly why it feels like he should be making up for lost time.

As usual he doesn't announce himself, just crawling into Ivar's bed and pressing himself against the viking's back, one hand slipping under his shirt and the other deftly opening a butterfly knife to press against Ivar's throat.]

Wake up, hot stuff.

hey
you've still got that husky form right?
i need help with my dog.

[Dodger hasn't spoken to him since Christmas. Or mentioned his dog, ever. And this is really how he greets him after being MIA for two weeks.]

Lately, Dodger has been paying less and less attention to Ivar. Sometimes he thinks of it as a punishment for Ivar's possessive nature. Sometimes he just doesn't want to hear about how stupid he's being. No - he usually doesn't want to hear about how stupid he's being. Ivar knows him too well for his comfort.

But that's exactly why he seeks him out now. He's managed to clean all the blood off days ago but he's sure there's still traces of the scent on him, like somehow Ivar might sense from his aura that he's been out killing. He teleports into Ivar's suite and only bothers to kick off his shoes before crawling onto the bed, to lay beside him and just.. watch him. Whether he's awake or not, Dodger doesn't really want to be the first one to speak.

Francis hates talking about feelings and emotions. Specifically his feelings about Dodger, but he likes Ivar, so he manages to shove down the urge to just ignore it. It feels a little bit like Jason all over again, but Ivar at least seemed like someone he could have a conversation with.

It doesn't take much to track down what suite he's in. Francis is good at that sort of thing, and it's not like they do much to hide the room assignments. So he stops by; figures he might as well before he talks himself out of it.

Most people would probably have a plan, or an idea of what they wanted. Some idea of what they were trying to say, at least. But that would involve too much thinking about feelings, and so he's just... playing it by ear. He just would kind of like it if Ivar didn't hate him, he guesses.

He knocks on the door, but doesn't wait for an answer, slipping into the main area as he looks around casually. "Hey, Ivar?"

His collar's different this time, bright blood red with a bow and a bell, and he has a tattoo now. Black tentacles at the sides of his neck to cover up the marks Squalo left on him. Of course, when he sees Ivar, if he happens to be topless, Francis is just gonna.. enjoy the view.

Dodger had wanted to put this off a while longer. Or maybe call Ivar instead, keep his distance so he didn't end up with an ax though his head. But honestly... he knows this deserves an in-person chat. Ax and all. It would be cruel of him to deny his boyfriend the catharsis of breaking his nose.

So he teleports in, sitting on top of Ivar's dresser because he's still allergic to chairs. And hopefully Ivar is in a good mood, but.. he doubts he's that lucky.

"Got a minute?"

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