[It isn't really anything personal-- it helps that Gepard's cute, of course, that always helps, but Sampo's mostly being generous because he really kind of put this guy through it tonight. Sure, Gepard's a Silvermane guard captain, but Sampo drugged him, assaulted him, and tried to eat him. And instead of being rightfully freaked the fuck out, Gepard's been trying to solve his problem for him like he's any other citizen of Belobog, and is willing to go so far as to put his own literal neck on the line. That deserves Sampo not being a complete shithead to him, ergo, offering up his bed. Plus, his bedroom door locks, so it's the only room in the apartment that Gepard could be in that he would be sure to hear it if Sampo tried to enter.]
[He wouldn't, of course, have tried to do anything while the Captain is asleep. But he also noshed on the guy's throat about twenty minutes ago, so he understands the lack of trust.]
Right here. [A simple answer to a simple question. Sampo gestures at the couch that they're both sitting on, really taking in the full expanse of its worn fabric and slightly sunken seat cushions. Truly an old, reliable workhorse of the furniture world.] It's not the first time that I've crashed on this ol' couch! Trust me, it's more comfortable than it looks.
[It isn't, really, it's probably exactly as comfortable as it looks, which isn't very. But since he's been a fugitive, he's slept in all sorts of places, many worse than this. So, relatively speaking, this really isn't all that bad of a place to crash. Anyway, one night on the couch won't kill him, even if his back and knees probably won't appreciate it.]
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Date: 2024-04-15 11:35 pm (UTC)[He wouldn't, of course, have tried to do anything while the Captain is asleep. But he also noshed on the guy's throat about twenty minutes ago, so he understands the lack of trust.]
Right here. [A simple answer to a simple question. Sampo gestures at the couch that they're both sitting on, really taking in the full expanse of its worn fabric and slightly sunken seat cushions. Truly an old, reliable workhorse of the furniture world.] It's not the first time that I've crashed on this ol' couch! Trust me, it's more comfortable than it looks.
[It isn't, really, it's probably exactly as comfortable as it looks, which isn't very. But since he's been a fugitive, he's slept in all sorts of places, many worse than this. So, relatively speaking, this really isn't all that bad of a place to crash. Anyway, one night on the couch won't kill him, even if his back and knees probably won't appreciate it.]