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"I dunno, pretty sure I don't have to do anything," Dustin shrugged. He wasn't really sure if that was true. There were probably responsibilities that he was ignoring, but whatever. "Which just means I have time to comment on your a**, which is nice, by the by, and definitely one you should be ******** twerking for me."

He took the last bite of the sandwich and leaned back into the futon.

"Do you need help with this whole Negaverse s**t? I mean, I'm no expert with it, but I can try and help you with things I guess," he shrugged. "I'm kind of a badass when it comes to fighting, so if you need lessons there I can't teach you some things."

"Aw, a sweet little pacifist, that's cute," Dustin scoffed. He wasn't all that into the war himself, more motivated by what feels fun at the time than anything, but found picking fights to be just an example of that fun. "Maybe we'll go on a patrol or some training s**t together, it's not so hard. Mostly fun really."

He stretched out as he rose from the futon. "Anyways, I'm going to hop in the shower. Feel free to join me, door'll be open."

With that, he already started to undress on his way to the shower in his apartment, as if Sawyer's was just an extension of his own. By the time he got to the door, his shirt was already off.

"And just so we're clear, I can handle your a** with gentle, and not-so-gentle, care," he assured him at the threshold. "You just let me know when your a** needs it."

And then the pants came off.