[The good Captain is very much not steady on his feet when he stands, so up into Sampo's arms he goes-- he's remarkably cooperative about it, all things considered, and hardly even protests. Just makes a bit of a fussy noise and locks his arms around his neck, hiding his face in Sampo's shoulder as though that would cover up his blush.]
[Is it part of the interview process for being a captain, he wonders, to be so cute? Or is Gepard just special again?]
[It isn't going to be a long trip in Sampo's arms since the apartment isn't very big, but he'll enjoy every moment of it. It isn't every day that he gets to flirt with cute men, so he should take advantage of the opportunity while he has it! And, if their little arrangement keeps up, he'll have even more opportunities to make Gepard blush, what a lovely thought.]
[With Gepard's face against his shoulder, he probably can't see the smile that Sampo sends his way, the obnoxious wink.] Only the pretty ones, Captain.
[The ride on Air Figaro must come to an end, though, because he's made the very short trip across the room and into the bedroom, where the bed awaits. It is... a bed, there's really not much more to say for it-- a serviceable mattress with a serviceable amount of somewhat threadbare blankets and a lonely pillow, sitting on a common metal frame. A small bedside table that probably was there when he got the apartment, with a lamp that... mostly functions as intended, even if it has the unfortunate habit of switching itself off unexpectedly. A small chest of drawers against one wall, which, if Gepard got nosy, he would find mostly empty, save for a couple of spare sets of clothes and a few other odds and ends. A mostly spartan bedroom that's more a place to sleep than it is a place to live.]
Here we go. [Gepard is deposited onto the mattress.] Do you want something to change into? We're pretty close to the same height, you'd probably fit into my things.
[He probably has a shirt and a pair of sweatpants or something around. Something that would be sufficient to use as sleeping clothes, if Gepard didn't want to sleep in his street clothes.]
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Date: 2024-04-18 03:29 am (UTC)[Is it part of the interview process for being a captain, he wonders, to be so cute? Or is Gepard just special again?]
[It isn't going to be a long trip in Sampo's arms since the apartment isn't very big, but he'll enjoy every moment of it. It isn't every day that he gets to flirt with cute men, so he should take advantage of the opportunity while he has it! And, if their little arrangement keeps up, he'll have even more opportunities to make Gepard blush, what a lovely thought.]
[With Gepard's face against his shoulder, he probably can't see the smile that Sampo sends his way, the obnoxious wink.] Only the pretty ones, Captain.
[The ride on Air Figaro must come to an end, though, because he's made the very short trip across the room and into the bedroom, where the bed awaits. It is... a bed, there's really not much more to say for it-- a serviceable mattress with a serviceable amount of somewhat threadbare blankets and a lonely pillow, sitting on a common metal frame. A small bedside table that probably was there when he got the apartment, with a lamp that... mostly functions as intended, even if it has the unfortunate habit of switching itself off unexpectedly. A small chest of drawers against one wall, which, if Gepard got nosy, he would find mostly empty, save for a couple of spare sets of clothes and a few other odds and ends. A mostly spartan bedroom that's more a place to sleep than it is a place to live.]
Here we go. [Gepard is deposited onto the mattress.] Do you want something to change into? We're pretty close to the same height, you'd probably fit into my things.
[He probably has a shirt and a pair of sweatpants or something around. Something that would be sufficient to use as sleeping clothes, if Gepard didn't want to sleep in his street clothes.]