[The Captain looks nice with his shirt off, and he apparently has zero issues with stripping down regardless of company. Sure, it's not like Sampo's getting a long look at his muscular chest, but it's a nice view while he has it. Maybe he'll find out whoever wrote the training regiments for the guards and send them a thank-you card.]
[He gets a weird little feeling when Gepard so casually mentions that he'd be worried if he thought that Sampo lived here-- that he'd feel obligated to make it better. The real, honest truth of it? He doesn't live here, but he doesn't really live anywhere. He's got a safehouse in the Overworld and one in the Underworld, and they're both just places to sleep. Places that he could immediately abandon if the guards got too close, or if an angry mob showed up with torches and pitchforks, and lose nothing. Travel light and always carry cash, that's the wise words that he lives by these days. So, arguably, this is the better of his two places to crash, if only because all housing in the Overworld tends to be better than the Underworld.]
[But, like, he's not going to tell Gepard that. Aside from the fact that he literally just met the guy, it's really not his life goal to be super pathetic at every hot man that he meets.]
[He leans against the doorframe and plasters a grin on his face.] Oh, I didn't know that you were offering to be my sugar daddy and my blood donor. You're really a catch! Lucky me.
[It's about time for Gepard to get those pants off. You going to tell him to leave, Gepard? Because depending on how riled up he can get you, it might be worth it to stick around for a second just to see the blush.]
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[He gets a weird little feeling when Gepard so casually mentions that he'd be worried if he thought that Sampo lived here-- that he'd feel obligated to make it better. The real, honest truth of it? He doesn't live here, but he doesn't really live anywhere. He's got a safehouse in the Overworld and one in the Underworld, and they're both just places to sleep. Places that he could immediately abandon if the guards got too close, or if an angry mob showed up with torches and pitchforks, and lose nothing. Travel light and always carry cash, that's the wise words that he lives by these days. So, arguably, this is the better of his two places to crash, if only because all housing in the Overworld tends to be better than the Underworld.]
[But, like, he's not going to tell Gepard that. Aside from the fact that he literally just met the guy, it's really not his life goal to be super pathetic at every hot man that he meets.]
[He leans against the doorframe and plasters a grin on his face.] Oh, I didn't know that you were offering to be my sugar daddy and my blood donor. You're really a catch! Lucky me.
[It's about time for Gepard to get those pants off. You going to tell him to leave, Gepard? Because depending on how riled up he can get you, it might be worth it to stick around for a second just to see the blush.]