I Really Appreciate That Even Though Blitzo Hated The Musical Cats!, He Still Owns A Rum Tum Tugger Costume.

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?"

headcanon: blitzo loves being picked up

Obviously, if he doesn't like you, he doesn't want to be picked up. But if you're someone he halfway likes or trusts, and you pick him up? He's going to physically curl up like a scruffed kitten, while on the inside he'll relax. He really, really likes it. He doesn't even need to be cradled all tenderly or anything--you can hold him at arm's length and he'll enjoy it.

He might be a little weird, but would anyone expect anything well-adjusted or not weird from him?

(He will not admit this, though. Ever. To anyone).

Blitz was looking down as Fizzarolli rightfully called him out on just diving into emotional things, and so he saw the tail. He listened to every word, and each of them found their mark, little thorns that dug in towards the heart. He heard, but what he saw, what he understood, was Fizz's tail. Wrapped up around his feet, just like he always did as a child when he was uncomfortable, when he was unsure.

How much courage must it take, how much kindness, for Fizz to be able to say he wanted to be friends, when he clearly didn't even want to be in this conversation? But he did say it, and those words hit harder than all the read. Blitzo looked up again, meeting his eyes. For once, he himself was without his mask: he didn't look smug, he didn't look like he was about to say something crude. He didn't look full of shit. Blitzo looked sincere and open--vulnerable, maybe.

"I want to make it work too, man. Like... I really want that. A lot. You were maybe the best part of my life, you know? And then I fucked it up. And I keep fucking it up and don't deserve to be in your life. But... however we can make this work? Let's try." Easier said than done, he knew. He scratched at a horn uncomfortably, looking down again. "Not that I uh, know how to start. I don't really... um... do things with people anymore. Friend things. Anything emotional, really." Fuck, this hurt to admit. It was humiliating, and he damn well wouldn't tell anyone else any of this. Only Fizz. He owed Fizz his honesty, his vulnerability.

"I don't really know how to do this? But I want to learn. So if you... I mean, you and Ozzy are in love, right? So maybe you can tell me. How the fuck does someone just... make things work with another person? Not because they have to, but because they want to?" Blitzo's golden eyes were wide, although still downcast; how did adults with a lifetime of baggage between them even begin a friendship?

Fizz just arched a brow at Blitz's comment about sparkles. "I mean sure. Those fits perfectly in performances, brings much more color in them" he replied, still wondering why Blitz was acting so weird. The more he kept throwing questions and such at the jester, he just stood there with rather confused expression on his fac. Which soon was repliced by a wince. Indeed why did he bring up Fizz's body. Sure he had kinda used to it since his fans were one of the dedicated weirdos in all across hell, but the fact that Mammon was brought along.. Fizz couldn't help but to look down quickly before fixing his eye contact with Blitz again.

He didn't look fat right? Mammon had ruined his body image forever and Fizz didn't do well if anyone ever said anything out loud. And then it all took even more weird turn. Blitz said a thing Fizz didn't want to hear. I mean he did but still did not! Miss him? A feeling that Fizz had during their time apart. Of course he also felt betrayed by his childhood best friend, and how much it hurt for not being able to see him. It all made Fizz so bitter, and the fact that he still couldn't just forget, to let go!

Fizz curled his palms into fists, taking a deep inhale before letting it out again. "You can't just dump things on someone like that" the usual happy smiling Fizz was suddenly all so serious. All this was just a huge mess which was not easy to untangle. Their history together did not go hand-in-hand on how things were in this current time line, at least not for Fizz.

There was a silence between the two, Fizz looked away as he wrapped tail around his feet, something he had always done when he felt uncomfortable. "I miss you too. And the old times when things were bit more-... you know not so difficult and weird between us" at least for Fizz the time in the Imp Circus was one of the best times in his life. Sure because he got to perform to people but also he had met Blitz. All the shit they did together it was something he still cherished for the day.

"But...I'm willing to still be friends with you-... only if it's ok with you. To make it work! For both of us!"

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This was such a terrible idea. If he spent any more time than necessary with Lucifer, the guy was definitely going to catch on that Blitzo was a loser. He'd smite him, or end him, whatever Lucifer did when he handled things personally--but, fucking heaven, Blitzo didn't care. This was Lucifer. He was still not over that, and not over the fact that they were still talking. He hadn't just gotten a pat on the head, a smile, and some sort of canned repartee. Lucifer was talking to him.

"Uh, nope. Nowhere else to go," he said quickly, and took a small step closer. "And I like weapons. Shit, I kill people all the times. Weapons are great. Fancy weapons, basic weapons, improvised weapons, you know. You want me to kill babies? I'll kill babies. I'm a mercenary. It's my way of life!"

Why the fuck those words came out of his mouth, Blitz didn't know. But he did instantly regret it. He laughed awkwardly, shrugged, and said, "Uh, anyway! So you make trinkets and stuff? Creation, huh? You wanna show me? Cause I'd love to see. So how about you and I," he offered Lucifer his arm--what the fuck was he doing, offering Lucifer his arm??!--with a smile, "take a walk to your laboratory. Workshop. Whatever you call it, I'd love to see it."

This entire moment they were having wasn't what he expected but was having one hell of a time. Blitzo was a breath of fresh air in the deep pit of hell, it was nice to find comradery that wasn't from being afraid of him.

Lucifer's eyes had a slight sparkle in them when he saw the small horse figure, that was not expected but an amazing surprise in his mind. "Okay so I might be obsessed with trinkets like that, if you'd like I could show you some of the other prototypes, I do have non weaponized ones too so you might find something else you'd like for a trade." Lucifer was trying to be nonchalant, nervously rubbing the back of his neck thankful they seemed to be the only two around still. Not that he would mind them being seen together he just wouldn't want his new friend to be "scared" away.

Okay so he did have some ulterior motives but none that bad but he did love to create things from the likeness of his friends.

"Or if you have somewhere else to go I could join on the walk with you." Lucifer back peddles just in case that was way too quick and he was just being a bit of weirdo again.