"Oh, Uh. Thanks," Blitzo Said, Trying Not To Look Or Sound Too Skeptical As This Person Helped Him Up

"Oh, uh. Thanks," Blitzo said, trying not to look or sound too skeptical as this person helped him up off the ground. Just because he'd been kicked out of a passing van didn't mean he needed help, did it? But he didn't want to be rude...

Well, no. He did kind of want to be rude, because he was cranky, but that wasn't this little guy's fault.

The imp let go of the stranger's hand as quickly as he could once on his feet, then brushed himself off and pulled some wet newspaper off of his head. He made a face and tossed it aside, then looked back at the guy helping him out--and grinned.

"Well you're a cutie. Nice cosplay, by the way. Lucifer, am I right? Does the big guy know there's someone out here dressed up like him? I actually already have a home here, but hey, if you're offering someplace to crash, I could stand to lie low for a few days."

"Welcome! Make yourself at home because you're about to spend eternity here!"

Sure, he was the "devil" but he didn't seem to bad right?

"Here, let me help you up!" Lucifer offered a hand, grin creeping up on his face.

"Baby," Blitz purred without missing a beat, "I know I can." He caught Ozzie's hand, turned it over, and pressed a kiss into his palm, looking up with a wink. "The only question is, how do you want to be handled? Because I can think of a few ways to... shall we say, ruin your night in the best way possible?"

This was ridiculous. Asmodeus was going to throw him out and have him banned from ever getting within a hundred feet of him again, but shit, why not try? It wasn't often that one got to be this close to the embodiment of Lust, and while Asmodeus might not be trying to use any sort of active persuasion, he certainly had an aura around him. He was appealing. There was something calming and reassuring about Ozzie, mixed in with his inherent seductive energy.

"You ever let anyone take charge with you, handsome? Job like yours, you must be stressed all the time. Tired. You ever let someone help you..." Blitz hesitated just long enough to make this both cheesy and playful, before he grinned, "relax?"

This was a dangerous line to walk, with a dangerous man, but the imp was loving every minute.

To be quite honest, he wasn't sure how to react. He's had many others flirt with him sure. But normally it took them a bit, instead of just jumping right into it. His facial expression changed, looking around as the other used his tail to twine around his leg. However, his cheeks still flushed slightly at the action. "That-That's okay, I can still refer to you as Blitz."

Besides he had a long day getting ready for this shindig. So, why not let the smaller imp flirt with him a bit? Maybe he'd even flirt back, eventually. But for now, he was just going to let the other go on about him for a second.

It wasn't his fault that others found him so attractive anyway. He was the sin of lust after all. Better of him to use his own abilities. He glances at the other a small chuckle escaping his lips. He leans down closer to the smaller demon. Using his finger to lift up his chin slightly.

"Well, thank you. You're not so bad yourself. Though do you really think that you could handle me?"

I really appreciate that even though Blitzo hated the musical Cats!, he still owns a Rum Tum Tugger costume. Presumably this is all for sweet Moxxie and how much they love him. Dammit, I love these precious imps!

for @moonlightsdew -- okay, this is probably going to end in tears, buuuuut... starter for Adam! Because Adam and Blitzo? What could possibly go wrong!

After a thoroughly shitty week at I.M.P, Blitzo was done. He was done, he was cranky, and while he probably could just go hide at home, drink, and not worry about anything, he wasn't in the mood for that. (Anymore. He had definitely gotten a start on the booze and, unfortunately, didn't let anyone know he was going out). Why worry? Everything was garbage. Life was pointless when you were just born to be an evil waste of space, and Stolas didn't love him, and Fizzie was so strong and good but not by choice, and Moxxie and Millie were just too precious for Hell and--

Why sit at home and cry when you could go out on the streets and cause problems on purpose?

Which was exactly what he was doing. But after picking a series of fights, he knew he was too sober: he won the fights and was able to walk away. He definitely needed to find some shitty little dark hole to hide in where he could get drunk enough to get his ass kicked, because this wasn't working. So, a little bruised and battered but unfortunately no worse for the wear, feeling bitchy and pissy and sorry for himself, Blitzo stalked into a sad little drinking den. Definitely not a speakeasy--those tended to have some level of class--this was the kind of place one never took their friends to, and sure as fuck didn't admit to knowing about--a place for losers and monsters.

And right now, he felt like both.

After getting a shot of some crappy liquor claiming to 'taste just like Valentino's Venom!', because who didn't want to suck moth face, the imp went over to one of the two sticky, cramped, pathetic little booths in the corner. There was another guy there, someone just radiating leave-me-alone energy, or so Blitzo interpreted him... which meant he absolutely had to fuck with him.

"You look like you suck," he said, sliding in to sit across from Adam. Er, attempting to slide. "Fuck, why are these seats so sticky?"

RP blog for Blitz from Helluva Boss, with a few other characters who show up from time to time. Please take a moment to check out my Rules, which you can find below the cut.

Quick note: It is fine to reblog anything (except RPs) from me. Memes? Go for it, you don't have to send me anything and you don't have to reblog from the source. Art? Same deal. You like an Ask that I answered and you want to reblog it? Fine by me. Dash commentary? Sure! And tbh I wouldn't mind you reblogging RPs, but most of my partners don't want RPs reblogged. So if it looks like a roleplay post between two people, please leave it alone and don't reblog <3

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Reblog if you are willing to do toxic ships

Not every love is sweet and kind Sometimes, love is dangerous Poisonous, addictive, obsessive Leaving emotional, mental and physical scars Don’t want to walk away, refuse to let go To need, no matter how much it hurts To know the same pain is returned Because some don’t want just the sweet They crave the bitter too