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Bazz couldn’t help but snort at the other’s sorry excuse of a threat. Just because their ties were not the best anymore, does not mean, he suddenly quivers before him, quite the opposite. “Jokes on you, I wouldn’t mind. If just burning your clothes is needed to get him furious finally, I gladly will,” he voiced with a widening grin. “If someone would be in trouble, then you for being so careless.”
For a moment, he was a bit too lost in his ego trip, before his attention fell back on his still very nude comrade. “Well then, I would be careful not to destroy the mood further with empty threats,” he replied and moved closer, gesturing the other to move his legs aside.
“Or is this here just show? Then I demand my jacket back.”
Well, he tried. At least plan B seems to work well. Bazz might have dodged the Haschwalth threat, but the flesh is weak and Askin is not against the idea at the moment.
“Good call.” he said, as he moved only one leg off the couch, so Bazz could come sit in between. “We can trade later.”















