If Blitz Loves You? He Loves You. I Think This Might Be One Of The Most Blitz Songs I Know.

If Blitz loves you? He loves you. I think this might be one of the most Blitz songs I know.

Blitz read the texts a few times, feeling a strange sense of release. Not relief, that would be too positive, and these messages brought a sense of dread with them. Subtle, but it was there. No, release was the word, he decided, because Moxxie had just taken off the soft gloves he usually handled Blitz with. Moxxie wasn't playing any part, wasn't putting on an act; this, the clarity of thought, the analysis, this was the real Moxxie.

The tactician.

They weren't playing pretend anymore, and it felt oddly freeing--like pulling a bulletproof vest off before diving into a new fight. Blitz started to answer... but then his phone rang.

It was over an hour before he finally replied to Moxxie.

>>I do. And we talked. Things got worse. >>There was some kind of attack on them. It was exactly what you said would happen. >>Paimon sent a hit squad, took out a bunch of protestors. >>You're right. When the time comes to really do this? We do it quiet. Underground. We get the pieces in place. We don't let them know the next move, or even that there's a movement at all. >>btw Moxxie. Nice to meet you <3

Maybe that last was a little tongue in cheek, Blitz reflected, but if Moxxie wasn't going to play? Neither was he. Blitz could be a buffoon, could absolutely be an idiot, but now wasn't the time. Even if this was just a quiet conversation, even if nothing else ever came of it, it was serious. It wasn't just their lives they were talking about, the lives of everyone either of them had ever fucking cared about.

If Moxxie was going to show his heart of steel, Blitz was going to remember how to stand tall--and how to look death in the fucking eyes and smile.

After reading the revolution poster (via @helluvaoutlaw) texted to him by Blitzo ( @doublejango ), Sonny sat and thought. When he texted Blitzo back, it was the same way he would talk to an equal in business as a crime boss. He thought he owed Blitzo that. He was smart, he probably put together by now that Moxxie could be calculated on his other job he needed to be. None of that 'I don't think, sir' and 'maybe not' meekness. He looked at this plan and went over it in his head and delivered his honest opinion on it.

[Text] it is nice to see others echo our sentiments. I'd be tempted to look in on this. However

[Text] This is a bad angle. putting your plans out in the open like that where the birds can see your agenda

[Text] all they have to do is send one blast at us, and we lose 100

[Text] yes, we have numbers over them but to make that work we need discretion. and patience.

[Text] announcing it on a megaphone like this person is doing is asking for unwanted attention

[Text] a secret call to action takes longer but it's worth it when your enemy can't hear it. this sounds doomed, sad to say.

[Text] do you know who made this?

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."

Has Blitzø made any office toys of Stolas? You know, these things?

He absolutely has. For a while there, he actually had one made out of Stolas's feathers before it occurred to him that he probably shouldn't just have those lying around the office. Not that Stolas can't defend himself, he absolutely can, but if a disgruntled client were to notice them and track his baby down, Blitz would be pretty upset about it. He doesn't know if Goetia feathers can be used against them by just anyone, but if the feathers end up in the hands of someone powerful enough, and skilled enough, to use them as part of their magic? Blitz doesn't want to be the reason something horrible happens to that bird. Not that he's attached, of course. Too much imp to simp, right? Ha.... haaaa..... sorry Blitz, we know you're full of shit.

Unfortunately, his office toys don't tend to last long. Whether he's being inappropriate with them or, as happens more often, launching them into epic battles via office-supply trebuchets and catapults that inevitably either go too hard or break apart, it's a tough life for those office toys. They fall apart, or get cannibalized because the actual supplies become needed.

His current Stolas-Toy is made out of dried glue formed into a doll, and covered in pencil shavings.

It is also stuck in the lemon tree.

The tree is semi-sentient and slightly pissed at Blitz right now, so he's not going in there to get the toy out. If the tree is that determined to keep Stolas-Toy, it can have him. Totally not anything to do with Blitz being in denial about his feelings for Stolas or his hurt or anything like that, he is absolutely not using this as a convenient excuse to just deal with things. He definitely didn't launch the toy into the tree on purpose. Why would you... even suggest... is it getting hot in here...?

He also has a Lucifer-Toy and an Andrealphus. The latter is made out of a tissue and some rubber bands, while Lucifer was painstakingly carved from a bunch of chalk that Blitz glued together. Lucifer, of course, is shaped like a duck.

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.

Placing bets for the release of the new episodes:

October 19 November 16 December 21 ...but i hope they come sooner than that. Please, can we have the new episode tomorrow? Pretty please with sugar on top?