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[ from blitzø's perspective, angel's job is exactly that: a job. it's work, the same way murdering human's for money is work for blitzø. sure, their work might be frowned upon by some, but it pays the bills and they're both good at their respective occupations. does he like valentino? fuck no. does he think it's his place to get between valentino and angel? also fuck no. angel can handle himself, and if he can't - well. so far, blitzø's bailed him out of rough situations every time angel's asked him for a hand, but only when he's explicitly asked for it.

regardless, if blitzø were to cast judgment, he'd have to look at himself first.

angel comparing himself to a present sets blitzø's imagination off. he pictures angel with a (comically) large, pastel pink bow tied comfortably around his narrow waist, ribbons draped in a way that barely cover him where it counts. he imagines angel smiling, gold flashing in his teeth like an invitation, calling him to come find out exactly what his smile tastes like. in his mind, he hooks his claws over the edge of the ribbon looped around angel's waist and he pulls, slow slow slow.

he thinks, you're a gift, that's for damn sure, fist sliding from the tip of his cock to the root and back up again. if he were slightly less... distracted, the thought might have been enough to slow (if not stop) him in his tracks, but fortunately, his only point of focus is angel. ]

hey idk maebee ur not in2 taht
cunsents hott or whtevr

[ or whatever, but he does mean it. for as crass and as asshole-ish blitzø can be, he's still decent. if angel was ever not interested in something, it'd be off the table, no questions asked, that simple. ]

im reel good w/ my tung
beter w/ my dick but id eat u out til ur beggign 4 it
i mite cum jst thnking abt it fuck