[Well, sorry about your Figaro-haunted spank bank, Gepard. That's your life now, these are your choices. This whole situation could have been avoided if you'd never decided to do a solo mission to capture a weird not-mugger, now your penance is having fantasies about a guy named Figaro.]
[There would be absolutely no comfort for him if he knew that later, Sampo would probably have to tug it to a guy named after a wild cat known for both its land speed and its entire species' intense anxiety. So, really, nobody's winning here.]
[Gepard's hand lands on Sampo's arm, stopping him as he's taking out the bandages and antiseptic to clean up his neck. He expresses concern for him, and it's probably pretty sad that he's the first person in a long while to say something like that to him-- other than Natasha. But she only said something because she's a doctor and sometimes saw Sampo without a shirt on when he got injured.]
Are you worried for me, Captain? [He puts his other hand theatrically over his heart.] I might swoon!
If you're asking me to eat you, I usually don't do that kind of thing until after the first date. [He winks obnoxiously, then takes Gepard's hand in his own and kisses the knuckles. There-- that'll be ridiculous enough to distract him from a line of questioning that Sampo doesn't like to have prodded.]
[Besides, it sounds like a bad idea to get his teeth into the Captain again, even if he does offer. The Silvermane guard probably won't look too kindly on their beloved leader getting his blood drained, even if it was a meal freely given. Sampo doesn't need to take any more heat than he has to, it's hard enough for him to get blood as it is. If he eats any less frequently than he already is... well, then he'll really be in trouble.]
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Date: 2024-04-12 02:39 am (UTC)[There would be absolutely no comfort for him if he knew that later, Sampo would probably have to tug it to a guy named after a wild cat known for both its land speed and its entire species' intense anxiety. So, really, nobody's winning here.]
[Gepard's hand lands on Sampo's arm, stopping him as he's taking out the bandages and antiseptic to clean up his neck. He expresses concern for him, and it's probably pretty sad that he's the first person in a long while to say something like that to him-- other than Natasha. But she only said something because she's a doctor and sometimes saw Sampo without a shirt on when he got injured.]
Are you worried for me, Captain? [He puts his other hand theatrically over his heart.] I might swoon!
If you're asking me to eat you, I usually don't do that kind of thing until after the first date. [He winks obnoxiously, then takes Gepard's hand in his own and kisses the knuckles. There-- that'll be ridiculous enough to distract him from a line of questioning that Sampo doesn't like to have prodded.]
[Besides, it sounds like a bad idea to get his teeth into the Captain again, even if he does offer. The Silvermane guard probably won't look too kindly on their beloved leader getting his blood drained, even if it was a meal freely given. Sampo doesn't need to take any more heat than he has to, it's hard enough for him to get blood as it is. If he eats any less frequently than he already is... well, then he'll really be in trouble.]