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"If you're hearing this then I can't be fucked answering right now or some other shit-covered fuckwich is going down on this boat so I'll get back to you when the fuck I can!"

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[The door to Blitzø's cabin looks like a typical shitty apartment door. Inside is pretty much exactly a shitty apartment. The door marked "Loona's room" does not open when tried and it appears that Blitzø himself sleeps on the couch. The walls are covered with images and drawings of horses, however every picture of Blitzø has his face scribbled over.]

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I was kind of wondering what you were, I guess hell makes sense, the horns and tail were a little bit of a give away. [He isn't super versed in demonology though, so what specifically he might be, he has no idea.] These should be good if it blends right though. Like, a super strong pink lemonade slush.

[Thus the pink lemonade concentrate. It was sweet enough that it cut right through the everclear and was probably the strongest and cheapest thing that he could come up with that didn't taste like ass. He pours a little bit of this and that into the blender, dumping the entire concentrate into it and sets the lid. Moment of truth, he plugs the blender in, and it works. Though, definitely not getting that ice the way it really should be, but he honestly doesn't care any more.] I feel like this place is going to make me an alcoholic before I can even get my magic back right and I've only been here less than a week.

Yeah, I'm an imp. There's another from my Hell around here, big bird demon prince named Stolas.

[He waits until the blender is done chugging like it's about to choke and die on the chunks of ice in it, and then continues.]

Hah, I fucking knew you were a magic type. Your warden can probably give that shit back to you if you want, so long as you're not planning on a fucking rampage with it. Which normally I wouldn't give a shit about but I'm getting real fucking tired of having to get revenge on pricks who don't know how to drink their feelings like the rest of us.

I think I saw him...like, ridiculously tall? He lives literally next door so It's kind of hard to miss him.

[Kind of cool that he lives next door to a prince, but it makes him feel even worse about his shitty-ass apartment. He grabs two plastic cups from the cabinet and lets the blend slowly fall into each one.] Kind of wish I had some straws, but what ever. Here.

[There is only one chair, so he's just going to lean against the tiny island and pass Blitz his own cup.] I was told that I can't get it back until things aren't temporary any more, so that's got to wait. If I have to wait some more after that happens I'm going to start making it everyone elses problem.

[He rests his elbow on the counter, chin in his hand as he considers Blitz.] So do imps have like, ridiculous powers or something because between you and I, we're both pretty fucking small and I only have like one or two punches in me until it just becomes pathetic without some offensive magic.

Magic powers? [He snorts and flicks a long, lizard-like tongue out to taste the drink.] Nah, imps don't have shit. We're a bit stronger and can take more than most humans though, so I'd still beat your ass in a fight.

[He takes a huge swallow of the drink and starts choking on the ice and clutching his head.] Ow! Fuck! Brain freeze!

[Hanna raises an eyebrow at him, glancing down at himself and back up before taking a sip of his drink and crunching on the ice as he swallows. He weighs like a hundred pounds Blitz it isn't much of a brag to say that you could beat the shit out of him.] Got it. So you're gonna be exacting revenge killings with what ever you can get your hands on and a little bit of elbow grease then? Remind me not to piss you off.

[The sudden brain freeze has him looking concerned for a second before he snorts, unable to help it as he starts laughing.] Dude, are you okay? Haven't you ever had a slurpee before? Gotta take it slower or it'll fight you whole time.

[He taps his cup on the table to keep it from sticking to the sides as he takes a bigger drink himself, avoiding the same fate by having a little more self control and also keeping it as far away from the roof of his mouth as possible. This shit is going to go straight to his head anyways, no reason not to help it along. He might actually be able to finish it if he doesn't pace himself.]

Exactly. [He grins, although it's definitely more towards the 'deranged' category than happy.] And I kill people for a living so I've got plenty of practice.

But it's not like death fucking stays permanent here anyway. You'll feel like shit for a week or so but that's it.

You know, if i was home I'd probably get a call about you and be on my way over to try and talk you into leaving who ever alone. Doesn't sound like it'd go well. Demons aren't really my forte anyways.

[He isn't into killing people, but it is good to have connections, regardless of who they are, so a killer imp is definitely going to be going on that list.] I feel like there would be consequences for that, or there should be, even if it isn't permanent. Hunter nearly shat a brick at me when he thought I was harming myself let alone anyone else.

[His cup is half empty already and it's only been a few minutes. Usually he takes his time with shit like this, twenty-four has broken the glamour of getting fucking wasted already and he is aware it's not going to be fun tomorrow. What ever.] He did get me that cool staff though. Makes me feel like a proper wiz-uh. Witch

[Said staff is propped against the wall right next to the shit mattress on the floor, the little origami crow ornament on the top proudly facing forward.] I was thinking of calling the little guy on top Atticus, but I dunno. Names are hard to get right.

Oh shit, did you get a palisman? [He didn't think Hunter was just passing them out that much but it sure looks like that. Blitzø approaches the staff to prod at the ornament curiously.]

Might not need your magic back if that's the case. These little guys can help you with it even if you don't have magic.

No, it just looks like that, would be totally into it if it was but it's still cool and it still deserves a name. Magical items usually have one anyways so...

[The fact that it exists essentially doubles the pool of magic he can draw from though and that's exciting, though he's entirely sure that Hunter did not intend for him to use it that way.] He seems uh...kinda nice actually. I wasn't really expecting that. Makes me feel bad that I was being a dick cause my new baby sitter I didn't ask for has more of a baby face than me.

Though man it really bothers me that he's just here, doing his thing. Not his fault, but who the fuck takes a sixteen year old kid? I get that he's been here a while and had to die to get here but that makes it worse, doesn't it?

[Among the many papers on the wall is a shit list with the only name currently being The Admiral listed below. Not really a fan.]

[Blitzø shrugs and chugs more of his rapidly turning into liquid slush drink.] People die all the fucking time and kids go through shit all the time too. Least he got another chance and besides, he could leave now if he wants to.

[Draining the last of his drink, Blitzø tips the cup up and, making eye contact with Hanna, flicks a long, slightly forked tongue out and into the cup to scoop up some remains of the drink.]

Lets talk about something more fun than how fucked up this place is.

[Hanna supposes he shouldn't be surprised that a demon isn't all that bothered by dying teenagers and forced child labor. He does have a point though, Hunter did have the ability to leave if he wanted to. He wondered what was keeping him sticking around.

He doesn't get to wonder long, finishing the last of his own drink and practically choking on it when Blitz changes the subject. He coughs, clearing his airway before setting the empty cup down. It hasn't been twenty minutes yet, right? Didn't feel like it. Didn't feel his drink quite yet either.]

Like, money doesn't exist or matter here and fuck capitalism kind of fun, or were you thinking of something else?

[Okay, so he might have laughed at his own joke, alcohol was starting work it's way through, just not as fast as he'd like it too.]

[He doesn't quite the joke there, maybe because he didn't see capitalism as being absent here even if money was. But he's not about to let himself get as easily distracted again.]

I mean I can show you what this tongue can do if you want. Wherever you like too.

[He sets his cup down, pretty okay with the fact that even in his tiny apartment, there was still some space between them and swallows hard. Why, when it'd just been this thing that he wanted but never had, was it easier to think it'd be nice but when it was offered he was close to panicking?

He waffles over the idea of just saying no, he's good, but he's fucking dead. It maybe bummed him out a little that he'd died before he'd ever even gotten to try.]

I, uh...You think you could dial that down a little? I'm not not into it but it's kind of freaking me out.

[Probably the most honest thing he's said since he got here.]

[Blitzø blinks, not entirely certain what Hanna meant, and cocks an eyebrow.]

What, the tongue or the flirting?

[He waves a hand] Cause it's not hot if you don't actually want to make out, so if that's the case, just say that and I'll leave.

[There's a moment when he actually has to wonder if it's both or just the one.]

The flirting I guess? Like. I get that you're not making fun of me but- [This is so fucking awkward. If he just had magic he'd have been less nervous like ten minutes ago. He wants to drown himself in the sink.] Okay. Okay. Whatever. This is fine, and, so are you. So...

[He moves around the small little island, closing some space but not meeting him all the way.] Im ready to go straight to hell I guess.

[That's what happened when you made out with a demon, right? Punch your ticket to the bad place or something?]

[Blitzø heaves a sigh and puts a hand up, stopping Hanna from getting any closer.]

No, fuck it. You're not into it so don't try and force it. I mean, I'm a piece of shit in a lot of ways but I'm not about forcing that.

[Instead he holds the cup out to the other man.]

You got any more of that slushie shit? Or you wanna go get something to drink somewhere else instead?

[There is some disappointment but mostly relief when Blitz shuts him down. The logistics of this and the rules he'd want to put into place would have made it worse. He legitimately does look a little guilty though, finally closing the space to grab his cup.]

Sorry, and thanks, that probably wouldnt have been fun for you even if i wasnt freaking out anyways.

[He puts both cups on the counter, considering, though he doesnt have that much shit left in the freezer so one was probably good. That and hed have to make more ice and that took forever.] Im out if ice. Maybr you could show me where the speakeasy is? Hunter mentioned it but no one else did, so it'd be kind of nice to know.

[Just because he was nice didn't meant he was a fucking narc. Plus, if graduated wardens knew about it, it probably wasn't that big of a secret, right?]

Hey! [He thrusts a red, clawed finger at Hanna's face.] Don't fucking apologise for saying no to shit like that. If someone gets mad at you for it, you tell me and I'll rearrange all their organs into splatter art.

[Then he gives Hanna the cup and nods, stretching his arms like everything was back to being fine.]

Sure, I'll show you in. Stick with me, kid, and no one'll fuck with you.

[He blinks at the claw in front if his face, so close his glasses almost get in the way.] Uh, sure? Though really I could probably just tell them to fuck off myself. But I appreciate it?

[He would be stumbling over it, sure, but he could do it.

His expression sours just a little at the kid comment though, even as he puts the cups in the sink. Filling them and the blender with water so that his later problem of dirty dishes wouldn't be quite so sticky.] Im twenty-four. Not a kid, just saying.

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