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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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[Christ on a stick, he doesn't want to talk to anyone if he can help it, so of course the Admiral's making it fucking freezing all the time if he doesn't.]

Fine. I can meet you at my room.

[He hasn't been staying there but he's not sure where else they could meet without at least a chance of someone coming by.]

[It's like the Admiral did it on purpose. It's very rude.]

Thanks Blitz.

[She'll wait outside of his room, with a small basket- which has a coffee thermos, cream and sugar and...sandwiches and cookies.

If nothing else, looks like she's here to feed him and talk? So that's something.]

[He reluctantly heads to his room, aware that he probably can't just spend forever avoiding everyone on the Barge, as much as it seems like the better option right now. Opening the door, Blitzø gestures for Aerith to follow him inside the crappy little apartment and past the walls covered in photos and drawings, over to the shitty couch.]

What did you wanna talk about?

This is mostly to check in on you. I don't know if you heard- or if he made himself known- but Striker is here.

[She follows him, glancing around the room- and frowns. What was with the scribbles on the photos...?]

Stolas was certainly...explosive when he learned. Oh, also- I brought some food too. And coffee. Hope that's okay.

No shit, he's next door for starters.

[Not that he'd been here but Striker had pointed that detail out already as well. Blitzø sighs, knowing he's being a dick, and flops down in the beanbag near the couch, leaving it for Aerith.]

Striker and I already worked shit out. He's a dick but he's got a point that he hasn't got contracts here and there'd be no point in killing each other anyway. Not like it'd do anything except piss everyone else off.

And I'm sure he came over with a welcome basket and everything.

[Her voice was a little dry but- well- she's annoyed at Striker. Mostly for what he did to the Greenhouse.

But she goes to sit on the couch, leaving the basket in easy Blitz reach.]

But I'm glad that he's not going to be out here killing you. I don't want you to die. Even if it is temporary, I don't...like the idea of someone hurting you over and over in some sort of act of catharsis.

[He blinks, confused enough about Aerith's concern that it shakes him out of his own head a little.]

I don't think he's ever wanted to kill me except for when I was getting in the way of his hits. And that's just business.

Besides, we'll probably fight each other plenty just for fun.

So it's all business between you two?

[She frowned a little.]

Strike doesn't...strike me as the type to hold back. Does that mean you'd be making sure you two would get checked by a healer after?

I know everyone here can play rough- very rough. That doesn't mean I'd want either of you limping around after the fun is done. Yeah?

Yeah? We're both assassins. No contact means no point getting mad at each other over work.

[Maybe if he was from the same time that Striker had come from and had lived through it all, it'd be a different matter, but Blitzø figures having blown Striker up already for threatening Fizz the score is more or less even.]

What's a little stabbing? Imps can take a lot of pain.

Just because you can, doesn't mean you should.

Or use it to distract you.

[She sighs, and leans against the couch.]

I can heal both of you fully after fighting. If Striker will trust me, after what I did.

Why, what did you do?

[He'd left so quickly after what he'd heard, Blitzø hadn't found out anything about how it'd all ended. He only knew Striker was otherwise fine from messaging him later.]

Well...I encased him in ice.

And I also hit Stolas in the back of the head. With more ice.

[She figured he'd want to know about Stolas too, considering.]

Not sure Stolas would have felt it much. He's pretty powerful in that form.

[He can't imagine Striker reacted well to the ice either. And he doesn't care exactly, but he wonders if Aerith does.]

Guess you were trying to stop them fighting? They probably get it.

It got his attention. It was enough to remind him what he was doing.

[She sighed.]

Stop them from fighting and destroying the Greenhouse. Stolas...did a lot of damage.

[Aerith looks at Blitz, curious.]

But Striker did mention some...interesting things that set Stolas off.

[Blitzø groans and tips his head back.]

Fuck's sake, stop cockteasing and just ask what you wanna ask already. I can tell you wanna know something so just say it.

[She sighs.]

Who is Stolas to you Blitz? And what is he now?

If we're going to stop tugging your dick about it.

Maybe you should be asking him that.

[His tail flicks like an agitated cat, making a loud thump against the floor before he can get it to stop.]

Ask him why he said he looooves me and just wants me to be haaaappy~ and then turns around and says I'm just- just a clown. A joke. Uses me to make fun of someone else.

[Fuck, he's tearing up again.]

You know the stupidest part is I fucking knew this would happen. I knew that it was too fucking good to be true and it'd fall apart eventually, but I let him talk me into it anyway. I finally decided to actually fucking believe him and this is what happens.

What?

[She stared at him, shocked for a few moments- before she shakes her head, and comes down to the floor, to kneel in front of Blitz, hands on her knees.]

I thought you were scared of loving him but-

[She shakes her head. This didn't feel...right. And she'd have to tear Stolas a new one for hurting Blitz like this.]

Can you blame me? I knew royal demons didn't give two shits about the rest of us and I still let myself think maybe I was so fucking special it'd be different.

[He wipes angrily at his eyes.]

Just don't tell him I told you. I don't want to talk to him.

I'm not going to force you to talk to him. Not ever.

[She wants to reach out and hug him but...they don't really know each other well enough for that. Not yet.]

Because...this is private. Besides- I know I'd be crushed in your shoes. You deserve to have a chance to process your feelings, and make your choices.

What kind of choice do I have? I still need Stolas' book when I get back to Hell for my business. I can't do shit without it and I've worked too fucking hard and put too much time, money, and sex into getting it off the ground to just lose it all now.

So I'm gonna have to just fucking deal with it eventually. Guess this way I just know where I fucking stand now.

Blitz...

[She sighs. Hesitates for a moment, before reaching out to touch his hands.]

If you have to alter your agreement with Stolas, then you have to alter your agreement. Or break it. This isn't about giving up. But you may need to find another way.

And that's okay. Because there's no point if you only turn into a shadow to yourself for your business, and the people around you. They'd love you too much to want that for you.

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