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Let's keep it professional. That was the gist. So Stolas had clearly noticed that the second text came from the heart more than it should have, and he didn't want anything to do with it.

Fuck.

The rejection stung, ached, and threatened to break Blitz down all over again. He wanted to type something quick and shitty and mean, but every time he let his impulses rule in conversation, even if he was just trying to deflect with humor, all he did was make it worse.

Not that it could really get much worse. Stolas didn't want a damn thing from him now, obviously, and probably didn't even want to hire him. It was short notice, and bodyguards were hard to find in Pride--the most violent ring, no matter what public perception would say. Pride was full of Sinners, souls who just respawned whenever they were killed, to whom life meant nothing, and impulse control even less. No one wanted to try and protect someone here, so of course Stolas had to scrape the bottom of the barrel to find someone. Fuck.

Blitz turned the radio on. He made himself listen to two full songs before he replied. Well, he'd planned on listening to three, but impatience (and maybe insecurity; what if Stolas found someone else if Blitz took too long to reply?) won out.

>>okay be there suun

>>just hav to drop of a packidge

>>10 mins

He silenced his phone. If Stolas was going to change his mind now, Blitz didn't want to know about it until he was back at the office, until he could at the very least be around Moxxie and Millie. Loona had been AWOL the last few days, which wasn't really unusual for her, but just being near the other two imps would help... well. Fuck. A little. Maybe.

Even if, not so very deep down, Blitz suspected Moxxie wished he had been at that party.

Fuck.

That fucking party.

Remembering it left Blitz aching anew, sick to his stomach. So many people there, reveling in hating him--including a piece of shit he barely remembered. Dennis was there to celebrate hating him. Dennis, who was what, pissed off that he didn't get to fuck Blitz when Blitz was almost blackout drunk and self-destructive, so wasted that the Queen of Gluttony herself insisted he be taken home? What the fuck was that about, Dennis being included in that shit?

But hatred wasn't logical, and that was the damnable misery of it. Blitz groaned at the thought, rubbing his forehead. It wasn't. Hatred brought people together. Moral superiority brought people together. Being able to bond over anger and disgust and apparently being stopped from taking advantage of him, made those fuckers feel good, feel better.

Good for them.

They were going to end up as goddamn humans if they weren't careful.

But his emotions were getting away from him. Blitz shook his head, put the thoughts away (as best he could; putting the party from his mind got harder every day), and pulled back onto the highway.

-

After a quick stop at the post office, he made it to the office. Blitz hurried upstairs, anticipating telling M&M that Stolas was coming over...

But neither of them was there.

Damn it.

Fuck everything.

He flung himself into a chair in the lobby, leaned his head back, and spun slowly, waiting for Stolas.

It was going to be fine. Really. Everything was going to be fine.

RESPONSE COMES QUICK AS LIGHTNING and for a moment Stolas can't help but stare at the screen. Talon tips pad over nail beds as upper beak nibbles bottom. His heart pounds intensely and after a moment of remembering how to breathe he begins to type back.

' Thank you. We should do this professionally. Are you free now? Could I come in to the office?' Blitz has made it abundantly clear. He doesn't want a relationship with him, couldn't fathom something between them that wasn't meaningless sex. And really who's fault was that? Ever since that night at Ozzie's something had been amiss with them. The owl hadn't been able to put his finger on it, but every plea, every reach for attention, for closeness had been batted down. And then that night-- the full moon. Nothing had gone the way he'd intended and it hurt to know Blitz didn't want the same thing he had . . . still the fact remained. He did in fact need protection from the other Goetia and there was no one he trusted-- had trusted more than Blitz to do it. Even if he didn't actually care about the Prince, his business' reputation was on the line. AND SURELY THAT HAD TO MEAN SOMETHING TO THE IMP, DIDN'T IT?