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[puzzlekeeper]

[ He hasn't set up a voicemail.

Figure it out. ]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then people being jealous of things I was never going to give them anyway is not my problem.

I thought friendship was supposed to be bullshit about being happy for people anyway.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Thinking back on something D.Va said . . . ]

Did you end things with her?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

End what in particular?

We haven't slept together since she was high on bees if that's what your asking.

And I told her before she got involved with Kohime, that if us being friends with benefits would upset Kohime, I wasn't interested. She said it would be fine. Shot to the head proved it wasn't.

So I'm not interested in starting anything again until at the very bare minimum she sorts herself out.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Winces a little.

That's all . . . a lot. ]

I see. Understandable.

[ He shoves lightly at Intensity, trying to get him to lie back on the bed. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And down he goes easily because he's distracted, hitting the bed with an oof]

What?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Pretty much curling up entirely on top of him, head on one of his shoulders. ]

What we were talking about earlier. You were worried.

Why?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And wrapping his arms around him reflexively even as he gives him a look]

Because you're a paladin.

Someone has to.

[puzzlekeeper]

. . . I don't know what that means.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Is he still walking around with only one wing? Because if so, Intensity is going to trace what remains of it lightly with his fingertips]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Naturally.

And he tenses slightly when Intensity's fingers trace too close to the stump of it. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He pulls his hand away at the first flinch, resting it on the small of King's back]

Worried about me.

Worried about D.Va.

And yet leaving this for days. And dealing with nightmares on your own.

That's what I mean.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ . . . ]

It's just going to come back eventually.

Why should I willingly replace what they put there against my will to begin with?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Because you hate scars. And not just because the White Mages go on crazy power trips.

[puzzlekeeper]

Yes, well . . . I guess this is different.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Shifts so that he can brush his fingers along King's jaw and tilt his head up to look at him]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Allowing this ]

. . . ?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

I can make you one.

If you don't want their Hell flesh touching you.

[puzzlekeeper]

Make . . .

A mechanical wing?

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Mmhmmm.

[And his thumb brushes across King's cheek]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He thinks on that for a long moment, then pushes himself up on his elbows so he can peer down at Intensity. ]

If it's from you, it's different. I'd welcome it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[His hand shifts with the motion, trailing down King's neck to rest against the center of his chest.]

Good.

Now I'll have to examine your other wing thoroughly to make sure I get the measurements right.

Among other things.

[puzzlekeeper]

Pervert.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Places a kiss to the curve of King's shoulder]

That's only an insult if you don't like it.

[puzzlekeeper]

Lucky for you.

Imagine if I hated it? You'd have to contain all that lust somehow.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Would I?

Isn't that just a matter of---

[And he squirms a little bit to try and get out from under King.]

Adapting?