Blitzø (
helluvamess) wrote2024-01-18 07:22 pm
[tlv] character inbox
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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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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.
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[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.]
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[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.
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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.]
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I mean I can show you what this tongue can do if you want. Wherever you like too.
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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.]
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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.
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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?]
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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?
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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?]
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[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.
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[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.