#funny how this theard still works

[fzrticv]

Fizzarolli would have expected to hear something of Blitzo afterward, however, he at first just shrugged it off. But as time passed, he started to wonder. Not concerned yet, just, wondering. It turned to concern once he sent a message and it was not even being read. Luckily, Asmodeus keeps the jester from panicking, as it wasn't even a week yet.

The 15 years of distances really make themself notable now, in the past Fizz had always had an idea what was going on with Blitz but now? Now he could only guess.

Ironic, it wasn't Fizzarolli who BLitzo would run into, no. But one small black queef, it looked at the tall imp before using its tiny wings the fly up to his face sniffing the visitor.

" Pebbels ?" a voice called from the distance, the queef started to make noises to later her owner of her location, but stuck to Blitzo, sniffing on him some more. " There you are buddy come it's time for - BLITZ ! " The jester immediately rushed to his best friend, hugging him " Thank fuck, I already thought something happy...end" As Fizzarolli spoke, he leaned back to look at his friend. He loosened one arm around BLitzo to stroke his friend's cheek.

The question of what happened was on the tip of his tongue. But the jester know better than to rest right then and there. Not the time. " Come on " he gripped Blitzo wrist " lets get somewhere comfier" he dragged the imp inside. Pebels follow right behind them.

@fzrticv liked a starter call ten years ago, sorry I am so slow ghfjksgjdf here, have um... happiness!

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After almost a week of hiding from anyone and everyone, spent drinking and crying and not eating, Blitz made himself come down out of the crawlspace. He was being a fucking child and he knew it, but all he'd been able to do was check his phone again and again and again. Every time it made a sound, he looked to see if it was Stolas...

But the texts he sent Stolas were only ever marked as Delivered. Never Read.

Stolas was probably deleting them without even opening them.

Why wouldn't he?

Blitz wanted to stay up in the ductwork of a dilapidated old building, where no one would find him, where he could cry and lay there and not think at all, but his phone was going to die and people were starting to wonder where he was.

Fuck.

He didn't want to face them.

To tell anyone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He had to, though. He had to and he knew it, and so he climbed down and went home. He showered and put on clean clothes. He couldn't eat, but he at least looked at the food in the fridge. Then, without texting ahead of time, which was probably a mistake, Blitz headed to Lust.

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When he showed up at Fizz's place, he almost chickened out, but a staff-member saw him. Recognizing him, she sent him in and Blitz headed down the halls--shoulders hunched, tail stiff, half-hoping he wouldn't find Fizz, because if he didn't find him, he didn't have to tell him, and if he didn't have to say it out loud, then maybe none of this shit was real.