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Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you know how to keep your shit under the radar, but he can't be that serious about making you a better person if you can run a still production out of your cabin for four months without him noticing.
Yeah. Unfortunately, yeah.
Anyway. Rest up, Rawne, the death toll is brutal. You have everything you need?
Anyway. Rest up, Rawne, the death toll is brutal. You have everything you need?
OK, good. Let me know if you hear anything about Pagan's plan, yeah?
[Rawne just folds against him, releasing all of his tension.]
Just keep touching me. Please.
Just keep touching me. Please.
[Rawne just sighs and wraps himself around Norton as much as he can.]
Dying sucks.
Dying sucks.
[A few days in the infirmary, a few more days to pull himself together so he can appear in public with an appropriately breezy and vivacious demeanour. But once he's fit for company again he knocks on Rawne's door in the evening after supper. It's a surprise visit and he's dressed nicely for the occasion in dark red trousers paired with a black turtleneck and a black jacket. His pistol is discretely hidden in a shoulder holster under the jacket. He's not going anywhere without it anymore, even just to walk across the hallway.]
[Rawne keeps a hand on his knife when he opens the door, but drops it when he sees that it's Norton. He pulls him into his room and pushes him against the door, kissing him.]
[Norton slides his fingers in Rawne's hair and opens his mouth to the kiss. He lets it go on for about ten seconds before dropping his hands to Rawne's shoulders and gently pushing him away.]
Slow down, soldier. There's time for that later. I want to talk a little bit first.
Slow down, soldier. There's time for that later. I want to talk a little bit first.
[Rawne lets himself be pushed and backs up.]
Fine. What about?
Fine. What about?
Pagan has a plan. One that doesn't involve just marching down and killing her.
Oh, and your... twin whatshisface offered to clean up the blood.
Oh, and your... twin whatshisface offered to clean up the blood.
Renfield's always eager when there's blood involved. [Whereas Norton's bursts of bloodthirstiness are significantly less literal.]
Pagan said something similar to me, about waiting until the wardens are less wary. It's a logical consideration, and you avoid having to take out any uninvolved wardens who are just guarding her. Although Pagan being concerned about consequences now is a novelty.
[Norton lays his hand flat on Rawne's chest and slowly drags it down.]
Just don't leave it too long or else the message will be diluted, or worse, she'll graduate or some nonsense like that.
Pagan said something similar to me, about waiting until the wardens are less wary. It's a logical consideration, and you avoid having to take out any uninvolved wardens who are just guarding her. Although Pagan being concerned about consequences now is a novelty.
[Norton lays his hand flat on Rawne's chest and slowly drags it down.]
Just don't leave it too long or else the message will be diluted, or worse, she'll graduate or some nonsense like that.
Oh, believe me, if he takes too long...
[His voice is low and dark. He's angry about this still, if in a more contained way than before.]
I'll kill her myself. And whoever gets in my way.
[His voice is low and dark. He's angry about this still, if in a more contained way than before.]
I'll kill her myself. And whoever gets in my way.
Always.
[He gladly resumes the kissing. He means it, too. He'll do anything for Norton, as long as that means violence.]
[He gladly resumes the kissing. He means it, too. He'll do anything for Norton, as long as that means violence.]
[It takes a moment for him to gather himself.]
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