I Can't Believe You Would Call Us Out This Way... And I Wholeheartedly Approve!

I can't believe you would call us out this way... and I wholeheartedly approve! 😂

Saw this on fb & I just think it's @doublejango all the way. Both Blitz and admin.

Blitz didn't get it. He looked over at the strange woman speaking to him and blinked, first one eye and then the other, but didn't get it. The way she stood and the way she had spoken indicated that that was absolutely supposed to be a joke--and it probably was funny, he realized, feeling a sudden rush of empathy. Just because he didn't get it didn't mean it wasn't funny. There had been way, way too many times that he tried to tell a joke that--fuck, not only did they not stick, but they flopped so damn hard they made his face-planting look like a delicate ballet. Not wanting her to feel any of that, he put on a grin and used a foot to push out the third chair.

His companion, on the other hand, had clearly understood the joke. The tall Goetia was laughing softly, his black eyes almost warm with amusement--a miracle for him.

"Hey now," Blitz objected, "someone gonna explain it to me? And you, Jester Tits, sit down and have some coffee with us. It's actually pretty good." Blitz had a beignet that he hadn't touched yet, so he tore it in half and set her piece on a napkin, scooting it over to be in front of the chair he'd offered her.

Vepar stood and touched his chest, bowing his head to her. "Please," he said, "do join us." Glancing over at Blitz, he quickly fingerspelled Justice for him, with a deliberate break between the T and the I.

Eyes widening in delight as he suddenly understood, Blitz let out an abrupt laugh, got up, and clapped the strange woman on the back a few times. "Just ice. Okay, okay, I get it. Spelling ain't exactly my strong suit, but I get it now. Nice to meet you. My name's Blitz--the oh is silent." He almost made a terribly lewd joke to follow that up with, but there was just something about her that made him think twice about it. Plopping back down into his chair, he dumped his water out, poured half his coffee into the water cup, and put that in front of her as well. "This fucker," he said, gesturing to the iridescent blue-green, sleekly built Goetia, "is Vepar, Duke of Loss or whatever. He's a creeper. And I guess--a friend?" He looked at Vepar. "Unless we're sticking with enemies."

"Why not do both?" Vepar gave him a quick smile, then looked back to their new companion, intensely curious about her.

@doublejango

"Blitzo ...did you know justice is a dish best served cold ...because," she snickers, "Because otherwise, it's just water."

A detail I don't see mentioned about the confrontation between Blitzø and Stolas is that while Blitzø is understandably angry and lashing out, he also ends his rant with an invitation to Stolas, imploring, no, demanding he meet him at his level, to get as angry as he is, to FIGHT HIM, right then and there.

We've seen frequently that imps are violent in general, they're originally native to Wrath, and we see that most of their bonding rituals often involve violence and/or bodily harm (just look at how much Millie and Sallie May messed each other up at the end and while being able to laugh about it; a broken bottle fight and broken bones is their version of a light-hearted pillow fight)

While Blitzø is also very self-destructive, even by Hell's standards, it should be noted that he's technically begging for Stolas to connect with him in this moment, to speak a language he understands. "At least respect me enough to fight me! If you care, why walk away? Get real with me, if we can't get physical with our genitals, then at least let us get physical with our fists!"

Unfortunately, Stolas has had the exact opposite cultural upbringing, having been taught his whole life that emotional outbursts are unseemly and improper, so his main go-to for conflicts is avoidance. He avoided confrontation with his father, he basically avoided Stella as much as he could even when she was openly shitting on him at parties; and ONLY just recently has he managed to stand up for himself and when he finally does, it's not to strike back, but simply stand his ground for once, emboldened his new-found love for Blitzø and the knowledge that his daughter isn't fooled by the act anymore and will soon be of age anyway.

It is not currently in Stolas' nature to be confrontational the way Blitzø desperately needs him to be.

Blitzø says: "Please, if you ever actually cared, you'd fight for us Get mad, show me that you care!"

What Stolas hears is just the most literal interpretation with zero subtext, because he isn't attuned to the subtleties of arguing and especially not what it looks like for imps, i.e. he focuses on the "I always hated you" interpretation.

Both gave the other an opening, but only heard dismissal, because it wasn't spoken in a language they were familiar with.

I'm not saying either handled things well here, Blitzø shouldn't immediately respond with anger and Stolas shouldn't default to walking away, that's my whole point.

I just thought it was an interesting angle that their differences aren't just societal (privilege/wealth/respect) but also cultural in how it influences how they each handle emotional confrontation, or, in the case of Stolas, how they don't.

A storm of kisses falls upon Blitzø, soft and feather-light at first. Slowly, with each one, they become more insistent, lingering, and warm against the imp's skin. Stolas presses closer with a soft hum, nuzzling against his favored fiend briefly before interrupting him completely and capturing him in a desperate kiss.

At first, Blitz had just snorted and batted at Stolas, with all of those little kisses. But as they got in the way of anything else, he tossed his phone aside and turned his face towards his bird, just letting him do it. Blitz closed his eyes and started purring, letting himself enjoy this...

Until the flavor of the kisses seemed to change. The way Stolas held him, the way he kissed, the depth of the kiss, the need--there was no way Blitz's body and spirit weren't going to respond to that. For a stunned moment, he just let Stolas do it, let Stolas kiss him like there was no tomorrow. But then, abruptly, a switch flipped in Blitz and he rolled them both, pinning Stolas under him on the bed. Straddling him, knees pressed in snugly against Stolas's sides, he grabbed his arms and pinned them, then started kissing him all over again. Desperate, because maybe Stolas was right. Tomorrow wasn't fucking promised. At least, not for an imp. So he kissed him tonight, with every ounce of passion he possessed, kissing and kissing and kissing him, holding him down--trying to show Stolas that he was wanted. That Stolas never had to beg to hold him, or plead for attention, ever again. Blitz wanted him and was finally, finally, here to fucking try and show him that.

"Stolas," he whispered finally, his lips near Stolas's ear, but not against it; he always worried about how delicate Stolas's hearing might be. "Listen to me. Right now. You need to know this.

"You're fucking sexy. "You're beautiful. "You're funny. "You're ridiculous. "You're just like, really fucking tall, and sometimes kind of a dweeb. And you're perfect. Okay? You," he lifted his head up enough to take Stolas by the chin and meet his eyes, "you are perfect. And anyone who thinks otherwise is a fucking idiot asshole pussy. "And one more thing. While we're talking about what the fuck you are. You?" He caressed his chin with a claw, his soft and sweet expression suddenly turning to mischief, "are mine, birdie."

Seeing the way Chaz reacted to the jacket did something to Blitz's heart, melting it in a way he hadn't expected. Chaz loved that coat the way Blitz loved his necklace, the imp saw, and he was glad, so fucking glad, that he had taken care of the jacket. He'd loved wearing it at the time, although it was far too big for him, but it clearly meant more to Chaz than just a garment. Being able to give it back to him, to help put a missing piece back into place, left the imp feeling warm inside.

And then, of course, there was Chaz. So damn sweet, such a nerd. He was a different man than the one Blitz had met in Greed. Things had been awkward there, to say the damn least, with Chaz desperately trying to con them all. But now? Chaz seemed happy, and that changed everything about him, for the better. Blitz had no idea how things were going to go, if they were going to become friends, if there was more in the cards for them, but this time? He realized it didn't matter. He didn't feel any anxiety, didn't feel anything but a relaxed contentment just to be here with him.

"Don't worry about your dirty mouth. I've heard it all and probably said worse, you're not going to offend me. Hop in, get comfortable. It's a bit of a drive."

Once they were both situated, Blitz drove off, heading towards the ferry; they were going to need to travel down to Wrath for this particular destination. "The water and take-out's for you, by the way. I wasn't sure what you like? So there's a few things in there. It might be kind of a long time in the car, and I didn't want to, uh. Fuck. Just seem like I'm kidnapping you." Which was kind of what he was doing, wasn't it..? Shit. Whatever. Blitz flicked the radio on, but kept the volume low.

"So! You know, lucky us, now we're at the Awkward Small-Talk stage. How you doin? How was your day? And what's the story behind the jacket?"

Chaz perked up at the quick agreement, a bit stunned, stammering "U-Uh yeah sure, just give me your phone real quick" Chaz said with an awkward grin, taking Blitz's phone and saving his address to it as quick as he could handing it back just in time for him to freeze as Blitz leaned over the counter and kissed him on the cheek, body heating up as he grinned with a shudder as Blitz whispered to him, tail wagging behind him.

He had a pretty noticeable blush as he chuckled, not sure what to say to such sweet words from the Imp, scratching his neck before giving a bashful grin "Thanks Blitz... You too Demetri" The shark said before waving them goodbye and sighing, desperately hoping that this went well

-

The shark went through the rest of his shift, pretty uneventfully, till the club was closing for the night, gathering his things and beginning to walk out before a voice snapped him out of his thoughts

"Was that Blitz you were talking to earlier?"

Chaz perked his head up, turning around to face the sin, Asmodeus comfortable sitting on the edge of the stage, casually instructing some other employees as they closed up "Y-Yes..?"

"I don't have a problem with it, just surprised, you and the others were pretty adamant on me and Fizz not mentioning you to him at all."

"Well yeah, we all got a past with him I guess but he just showed up at the bar, he was actually really forgiving and... nice. Asked me out for tomorrow even."

"Oh, well Im happy for you, You especially could use something like that I think. Good."

"M-Me? Why?" Chaz asked, raising a brow

"Cause In the time I've known you, I've sensed your lust for... redemption I suppose, for forgiveness and a second chance. I would have helped if you asked but Im glad it worked out on it's own. Though I still think those other two deserved it just slightly..." Ozzie rolled his eyes then grew a slight smirk, Chaz chuckling to hide his embarrassment.

"Gee Big O, okay then, know all my kinks and dirty thoughts too?" Chaz questioned jokingly, earning a giggle from the sin "Only what you think about in my presence, but a fair bit I guess, your a nice boost to the moods I thrive off of when your on shift~" Asmodeus teased, Chaz blushing as he waved him off "Your welcome Jizz Lord~ Goodnight~" Chaz almost sang as he walked out, waving farewell to his boss so he could get home.

-

Chaz made sure to get up earlier then usual, and did his whole routine, shower, brush and gel his hair as well as somewhat nice colone he was trying, that smelled like a NICE ocean, breeze. Not greed's for sure. He was just dressed in his shoes, tight pants and sweater.

He kept an eye on the time, and walked out, grinning back when he saw Blitz parked outside as he walked up "Heya Blitz! You look great! Hope this is a okay look, wasn't sure what to go with and besides it's got the comfort that Im used to it." Chaz said with a shrug as he put his hands in his pockets, thanking when Blitz opened the door for him, not often on the receiving end of gentlemanly gestures, ducking to get in only for his eyes to go wide.

Not even at the nice looking takeout and water, which he did need, his nervousness had left his throat a bit dry and parched, but at seeing his jacket again, clearly cleaned and taken care of, his heart skipped a beat, mouth agape for a second as he pulled it out, just enjoying holding it in his hands again for a second.

"Geez, I can't describe how much it means you giving this back to me Blitz. Just..." Chaz began, slipping it on, and taking a deep sigh of relief as he pulled it closed for a second, enjoying the comfort it brought in him again before smiling at Blitz "Thanks, and of course I do, don't get asked out much like this these days, besides-

He got real bold, putting a hand on Blitz's shoulder "I-I'd like to spend some more time with you too, get to know eachother. Hell Im the one who can't keep his dirty mouth shut, I'd be more concerned if your comfortable hanging out with me!" Chaz joked, leaning down to be on eye level mostly with Blitz, a dorky grin on his face as his tail wagged.

Blitz probably should have been paying attention to his surroundings. He hadn't been at all reassured by Vaggie being a lesbian, because lesbians were excellent people who also made incredibly badass warriors. When he saw that she really wasn't making any effort to keep Angel against his will, or prevent him from having company though, Blitz had given her a sudden grin and a nod before going off with him to his room. And his room, his room would tell Blitz so much about Angel, if he just looked...

But he was completely in-fucking-capable of looking, because there was a tiny little pig there. Screw Angel, Blitz was in love. He immediately crouched down, slinging the shotgun over his back, and hunched as much as he could to be on the piggie's level.

"Hey there, little fella!" Blitz said, his heart already melting, his plan forgotten, his romantic feelings abandoned. The only thing that mattered right now was this precious little piglet. Already purring, tail already hinting at swishing, Blitz held out a bare hand to let the little guy sniff it. Hellpigs were cute, fuck, they were so fucking cute, but they were also every bit as smart as Earth-pigs, from what Blitz understood, if not smarter. They couldn't be expected to just be okay with everyone around them. They had personalities, thoughts, emotions, and he didn't want to bulldoze over the little guy. Giving him time to sniff, time to decide how to react to the imp? That felt like the best way to go. Voice warm and gentle, smiling, Blitz added, "My name's Blitz. I'm here to try and woo your dad. But I'd like to be your friend, if you're up for that."

A week. A week. An entire fucking week. Angel was a lot of things, but patient was certainly not on that list. He didn't really understand why they would even need a week to process things, when they were kissing and confessing and being absolutely vulnerable with each other. The feelings were clearly there, weren't they? Unless him being so vulnerable had scared the imp away. That could absolutely be the case. Angel Dust knew he could come on too strong.

But, begrudgingly, he had agreed. And it was the longest week of his fucking afterlife. He'd been working ridiculous hours, Valentino trying to keep him away from the hotel as much as possible. He had a feeling that Val knew that Angel was seeing someone - Vox had cameras all over Pentagram City. But he worked through the drugged up, poisoned stupor, coming home and curling up and sleeping knowing that it was one day closer.

Though the closer that the day got, the less excited, and the more anxious he got. They hadn't even discussed anything like a meeting place. Were they going to have a phone call? A video chat? Should he go to the I.M.P. office and try to meet Blitz there? His mind was spinning a million miles a minute, and he didn't even have drugs to numb out his thoughts. Val's poison didn't count - he was trying so hard to be sober, but that was out of his control.

Then the day finally arrived and.....nothing happened. No text, no phone call, no Imp Charming come to sweep him off his feet. Angel had even dressed rather cute for the occasion, wanting to make a good impression. He was starting to think he had been ghosted. It would make sense, honestly. Blitz had probably just been being polite, and decided he needed a week to break it off before it even begun. He probably wouldn't be able to handle dating a literal sex worker with mountains of baggage.

His knees had been drawn to his chest, Fat Nuggets trying to nuzzle him, when he had heard the commotion downstairs. Heard Vaggie yelling his name. He blinked, pushing himself off the bed and heading down from his room, stopping halfway down the stairs as his eyes lit up. "Blitz." Before narrowing slightly with worry, seeing the weapons drawn towards each other. "....are yeh' fuckin'...f' Satan's sake..."

He moved over to the imp, heels clicking across the lobby floor, before he smiled and tossed an arm around Vaggie's shoulders, the fallen angel shooting him a completely exhausted look. "Vaggie, babe, this is Blitz. Blitz, this is Vaggie. Yeh' don't got t' worry about her, she's a lesbian." He laughed, giving the Latina a squeeze before smiling softly at Blitz. "Yeh'....wanna go talk in my room? It's a bit more private."

Vaggie rolled her eyes, Angel holding his upper hands up in defense. "Calm down, Vag! It ain't like that. Yet." He smirked, before nodding towards Blitz. He wanted to take his hand, desperately, but he also didn't want to do anything until they talked. Didn't want to get his hopes up. So instead he is simply shooting a grin over his shoulder at the shorter man. "Come on, my room ain't too far down th' hall." He would be running there if it didn't make him look desperate, though he certainly got there quick, to the door covered in polaroids of him with people he loved. Blitz was definitely up there.

Pushing the door open to reveal the most absolutely Angel Dust coded room ever. Bright neons and purples. Lots of fluff and fur. Giant posters of himself from past performances, posters of Valentino, more polaroids, a huge heart vanity in the corner, and - "Nuggies!" Angel laughed, scooping up the Hellpig and nuzzling into him, before kicking the door closed behind the imp once he entered. "Nuggets, this is Blitz." He nodded, setting the pig down again, watching him saunter over to circle the other's feet, sniffing and investigating.