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[harderdaddy]

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[Being killed in a way he can come back from is bad enough, but the ever present threat of working with a temperamental overlord with his own angelic firearms is terrifying enough to generally keep Angel in line (as much as Angel can be kept in line. It's not like he doesn't know he's going to get taken out one of these days by some kind of angelic weapon, but it's supposed to be the sort of threat he only has to face once a year.

He holds the icepack in place and perches on the edge of the sofa. Lips curling into a grin that's worth the wince it causes.]

Heh- None taken. I improv a bit, but exactly shit I'm proud of or nothing. Val writes some, comes up with mosta the ideas at least. I know he's got a few script writers, but he's very...involved.

[shitzo]

[ well. that's not surprising. valentino seems like the kind of person who likes to be in control, especially when it comes to his... business. if one could call it that. blitzø can't judge him for that, considering his own involvement in I.M.P., but it is kind of funny that most of the cringe-y shit comes from him. what a loser.

blitzø laughs a little, mostly to himself. he opens one of the desk drawers just for something to do with his hand, and then immediately pushes it closed again. the desk is technically everyone's, but loona tends to man it the most due to the nature of her position, so rifling through the drawers even out of boredom feels like an invasion of her privacy, and he's not about to open that can of worms. somehow, he knows she'd find out.

anyway. blitzø doesn't really want to talk about valentino anymore, and he assumes angel probably doesn't want to talk about him that much either, so he changes the subject. ]

You really think that hotel shit is gonna work? [ if he seems mildly doubtful, it's because he is. hell might not be that great, but the appeal of heaven kind of sucks to him too. why would you want to be somewhere where everything is perfect and you have to follow a bunch of bullshit rules? why would you want to fight to get into a place where some big fuckin' weirdo decides if you're good enough? based on what, exactly? like - blitzø doesn't get it, but he's never known anything outside of hell, and despite all the bullshit... he likes it here. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's nose scrunches, and then he looks guilty, shrugging a shoulder.]

Not for me at least. Don' know if it did work, it a Sinner that sold his soul could even go or not. But I'm pretty sure no amount a trust falls is gonna make up for the shit I did before and after dying. Plus mosta the angels Charlie's met sound like fuckin' dicks. And not the fun kind~

I'd like ta see my sister. And I'd like my friends ta be safe. But...I ain't gonna leave Char and Fat Nuggets, and-...everyone behind. [His eyes flick towards Blitzø, but...ugh, feelings.]

[shitzo]

[ blitzø wiggles his brows a little and makes a subtle gesture at himself with two thumbs when angels says the fun kind, like he's implying that he thinks he's the fun kind of dick, but it's quick and he's just fucking around anyway because that's what he does.

if blitzø thought heaven was a place worth going, he might feel a little bad about the possibility of angel not being able to ascend. it might not be a possibility even now, but outside of the yearly executions, he really doesn't think hell is all that terrible. then again, he has the freedom to go wherever he wants whenever he wants, so maybe he's a little biased.

and maybe, maybe, he just doesn't want angel to leave. but that's not anything he'd readily admit, to himself or angel.

blitzø hops up onto the desk, then hops down on the other side of it (it probably would have been just as easy to talk around it, if not easier?), leaning his back against the edge. ]

Eh, [ he shrugs, ] I hear it's all overrated anyway. [ he hasn't heard that actually, but he doesn't really pay attention to talk about heaven. not that he encounters the topic of conversation even semi-regularly, but still. he crosses his arms, then tilts his head, his eyebrows raising. ] Anyway. Your sister hot too, or?

[harderdaddy]

[Blitzø is both fun kinds of dick, and the playful attitude helps Angel calm down, laughing softly at his antics. A born performer.]

It's gotta be, it's missing all the best people. And all the worst ones, but that just leaves all the most medium people, and who needs them?

Heh, well, we are twins so you'd probably think so. We looked a like on Earth at least, not really sure what she looks like now, but me and Niss and Pops are all spiders...

[shitzo]

Bunch'a cookie-cutter assholes. Fuck 'em.

[ he makes a cut-throat gesture near his throat with a swipe of his hand, laughing a little under his breath as he does so. truthfully, he doesn't really have much personal beef with the angels, so he has no personal interest in them either, though he does think the yearly execution thing is all kinds of fucked up. if you're gonna damn someone to hell for all eternity, why bother coming down to kill them? seems to defeat the whole purpose of the 'punishment' in the first place. also, he's no expert, but it doesn't sound very angelic. big fuckin' hypocrites, but blitzø expects nothing less.

crossing his arms, blitzø seems to consider something for a moment, his eyes shifting somewhere off to the side in thought before they come back to rest on angel. after a beat, he offers a subtle, casual shrug. ]

I've got a twin sister too. [ but that's really all he says about barbie. just a quick offer of something they have in common before he's moving on. ] Niss is... who, exactly?

[harderdaddy]

[It succeeds in making Angel laugh, and he's glad they can agree on that point seeing as most hellborn don't really seem to care about the extermination, which he gets- they've got their own shit going on, but still.

He recognizes that 'totally not a big deal, but actually a bigger deal than it seems' shrug, and his lip quirks at that little shared piece between them, smart enough not to push for more in that moment.] Yeah? Oh, Niss is our older brother. Arackniss~. Idiot leaned real hard into the spider thing when pickin' a new name for himself. We don' really keep in touch...

[shitzo]

[ ah, yet another thing they have in common: he and barbie don't really keep in touch either, though it's not really from a lack of trying, at least on his part. his relationship with his sister is... well, he can't say they have much a relationship at all anymore, considering the last time he saw her she practically disowned him. which is fair, for the most part.

but blitzø's not about to turn this conversation into a suckfest, especially when angel's already had somewhat of a rough night, so he keeps that common link to himself for now and focuses instead on angel. ]

Arack— [ like arachnid. wow, that's - everybody's so creative. blitzø closes his mouth but shoots angel a look that's damn near begging him to understand that he's definitely judging, but trying to be nice about it by keeping his likely-shitty comments to himself. in the end, he just kind of ends up laughing and shaking his head. you know what? the dude's already suffering enough in hell, he can keep his weird little edgelordy name.

as his laughter tapers off, blitzø's eyes drop to the ice pack over angel's hand, and then back up to his face again. he tilts his head, and then after a beat he gestures with his own hand kind of vaguely at the ice pack. ] You should probably-...

[ and then he makes another lazy gesture, but this time at the side of his own face, in the same area that angel's is bruising. ]

[harderdaddy]

[No wonder they get along so well. So much spoken AND unspoken common ground for such different life paths.

Angel snickers, not at all blaming Blitzø if he wants to laugh. It's a stupid fucking name, beaten only slightly by their father's.]

Mmm- [He lifts the pack, and fuck, that does feel better.] You wanna know the name I came down here with? [He says it casually enough, but he can count on one hand the number of people who know.] Anthony. Can you picture that shit on a poster?

[shitzo]

[ blitzø was never under the assumption that angel dust was angel's given name - it's too... on the nose, and more stage-namey than anything, which there's nothing wrong with - but he also never assumed he'd know what angel used to go by before he kicked the bucket and ended up down here, either. so it surprises him a little, when angel offers this information, and his brows light slightly with interest.

anthony. anthony. blitzø thinks about it, says it a couple times in his head while he looks at angel, and strangely enough... he doesn't think it doesn't fit him. it's definitely not a name worthy of a porn star, not anything he can picture on a poster or a marquee, but.

blitzø cocks his head slightly, the corner of his mouth tugging upward a little with the suggestion of a faint smile, or at the very least, mild amusement. he shrugs one of his shoulders. ]

I mean it's - fuckin' weird, 'cause you're just Angel to me, but - [ he shakes his head casually. ] I don't hate it. [ after a beat, he uncrosses his arms so he can put one of his hands out. ] Don't get me wrong, I think Angel suits you better, but... Anthony's not so bad. It's - [ he laughs, finally. ] It's not fuckin' Arackniss.

[harderdaddy]

[There were a few...decades (wow), before he met Val and really became Angel Dust. There'd been a few stage names before that in clubs up on the poles, never any that stuck. He'd more or less given Anthony away for good when he signed that contract. An intimate gesture that felt stupid all these years later, and here he was handing it to someone else, though in an all together different context.

He laughs softly, and Blitzø's response makes him smile.]

I kinda like bein' just Angel.

Heh, so stupid, right? He might as well have called himself the Itsy Bitsy Spider.

[He won't make fun of Blitzø or any imps for being short, but his big brother's fair game mostly 'cause it pisses him off so much.]

[shitzo]

[ blitzø snorts, shaking his head again. itsy bitsy spider. yeah, that's somehow worse, but still equally as stupid. briefly, he wonders if angel's brother is just as tall as angel, and then quickly decides he doesn't actually care enough to ask. there are more important things to talk about regardless, so blitzø tries to lead into a subject change without being too clunky and awkward about it.

still leaning against the receptionist's desk, blitzø scuffs a foot against the hardwood, his boot scraping lightly. he tilts his head slightly, glancing off toward the eel tank on the other side of the room and idly watching them drift around in the water. ]

So, anyway... [ okay, good start. blitzø crosses his arms casually. ] You can stay here... again. If you want. [ he shifts his eyes back to look at angel. ] I'd, uh. I'd offer to let you stay at my place, but Loona's got the only bedroom and - [ he laughs, and it's only a little awkward. ] Honestly, the couch here is much better, so you're probably better off here anyway....

[harderdaddy]

You just offerin' cause you still wanna bend me over your desk?

[He flashes a teasing smile, and then nods gratefully. He fishes a small wad of bills he has tucked away in his chest fluff, and leans over the back of the couch to offer it up.]

Probably not your usual rate, but I did use your services. 5 stars, would recommend~

[Blitzø's taken on a lot of risk helping him out, least he can do is pay IMP under the table. And better the money goes to Blitzø than to any of Angel's dealers/the nearest vending machine.]

[shitzo]

Okay, fuck off. [ blitzø scoffs and rolls his eyes, but he also kind of laughs too because he honestly wasn't expecting angel to bring that up. at least, not right now. does he still want to bend angel over his desk at some point? absolutely, but it's not the reason he's offering to let him stay tonight. blitzø just -

- wants angel to be somewhere safe, at least for one night, and if he can't go back to the hotel where he's been staying for fear of being found, or if not that, fear of bringing trouble to his friends, then the office is the safest place blitzø can currently offer.

when angel offers him money, blitzø hesitates. he looks from the bills in angel's hand to the bruises on his face and coloring his throat, and he knows he doesn't want it. he didn't drag angel through that portal expecting to get paid for it, he did because he wanted to. because angel was in trouble and he came to him for help, and blitzø helps the people he cares about whenever possible.

blitzø doesn't want the money, but he takes it anyway. he doesn't pocket it though, and instead, he counts out less than half of it, and then hands the rest back. angel's right - even the full amount is less than the going rate to carry out a basic hit, but blitzø's not interested in charging him.

he shoves the bills into one of his pockets, then pushes away from the desk with his hip so he can start moving toward his office door. ] You can take those five stars and put 'em on Yelp though.

[harderdaddy]

Heh~ [Angel smirks, looking pleased with himself for the teasing. And it's easier than dealing with the heavy serious shit that today is proving to have in spades. He knows the real reason Blitzø offered, and the reason he always offers. But starting all that sappy shit is going to make the both of them awkward.

He accepts the remaining bills with a faint frown, but he doesn't argue, tucking them away again into his fluff.]

Six stars if you're headin' in there to get it ready~

[shitzo]

Yeah, you fuckin' wish, don't ya?

[ blitzø casts him a quick, teasing glance over his shoulder before disappearing into his office. he doesn't bother closing the door behind him, but he does leave angel's line of sight from the couch, stepping somewhere off to one side to - open another door? that's what it sounds like, anyway, followed by the faint sound of him moving something around.

and then his foot steps, growing louder as he heads back. when blitzø reappears in the doorway, he's got what looks like a thin, folded blanket in one hand, and some sort of small, decorative throw pillow in the other. definitely not the most comfortable looking bedding angel's probably seen, but he wanders over and offers it anyway.

did he have these last time? if he did, he probably would have offered them, which means at some point he probably made a point to shove a blanket and pillow in the storage closet in his office specifically in case angel ended up crashing here again at some point. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Settling back on the couch, Angel imagines that despite their mutual teasing that is exactly what Blitzø is doing back there. The noises don't quite make sense, but he rolls with the fantasy, fully prepared to be called in with a lusty voice when-

He blinks at the blanket and pillow silently.

It's such a small and stupid gesture to hit him this hard but it does, and suddenly Angel's throat feels tight and his fucking eyes are burning, and he's not going to cry over a fucking blanket.

Angel transfers the icepack to a lower hand and silently accepts the little bundle, trying to make his throat work and just nodding instead, finally managing a tight smile.

Fuck, Blitzø was going to throw him out, this was humiliating. He coughs to try and clear his throat.]

[shitzo]

[ as observant as blitzø can be, he doesn't quite manage to clock that angel seems to be struggling with something as he hands the pillow and blanket off to him. if anything, he takes his silence as just - the general sort of awkwardness that sometimes falls between them, never acknowledged and often brushed past so neither of them have to confront any feelings they may or may not have.

blitzø falls back a step, his body language only slightly awkward, and it's only then that he notices the tension in angel's smile. he tries to sound casual, but there is a very, very thin thread of mild concern tangled in the question. ] Are you - good?

[harderdaddy]

[Angel nods quickly and a bit too much.]

Yeah, no, I'm...I'm good, thanks for...this.

[His voice sounds wrong and huffs, scrubbing a knuckle over his brow and trying to shield the fucking flush that's come now.]

Sorry, I am, I'm good. I don't know what's wrong with me.

[shitzo]

[ the only reason blitzø doubts angel's honesty is because he recognizes all of the signs of someone trying to keep themselves together. he recognizes the mask because it's the same one he wears pretty much all the fucking time, biting back any sliver of vulnerability, swallowing his own bullshit back, shoving his problems down so he doesn't have to deal with them. so no one else does either.

part of him is tempted to just accept that angel's fine - tempted to nod and leave it at that, leave him alone and retreat to his office for the night where neither of them have to talk about anything they might not want to. it's very like him to avoid emotional vulnerability when he can help it, but strangely, he finds that he doesn't actually want to disappear for once.

he doesn't say anything, his eyes shifting away from angel for a moment before he suddenly turns and starts walking off in a seemingly-random direction. there's an unmarked door a good eight or so feet down from his office door, and he pushes it open and disappears into the dark room behind it. this time, it's not the sound of bedding being shifted around, but the sound of something... squeaking. like a wheel that needs oiling, and when blitzø reappears again, he's dragging what looks like a small black cart with an old television sat on top of it, secured with a strap over the top. he glances back over his shoulder toward angel for a moment, pulling the cart along as one of the wheels squeaks and resists. ]

I'm fuckin' starving - I was thinking of ordering a pizza.

<3 Blitzø

[harderdaddy]

[It's the best middle ground possible, not acknowledging the vulnerability Angel's clearly trying to push down, but not abandoning him to stew in it alone either. Once Angel sees him wheeling in that cart it's a little easier for him to reign himself back in, lips curling into something a little closer to his more natural smile.]

You think an Italian's gonna turn down pizza?

[Crisis averted, back to jokes and teasing, everything is fine.]

You need a hand with that?

🖤🖤

[shitzo]

You think I know what the fuck an Italian likes?

[ blitzø's knowledge of the living world isn't narrow, but he's not exactly well-versed, either. he learns only what he needs to about his targets and where to find them, but that's really the extent of it, and so far, none of his clients have paid him to haul his ass up to italy. and, fortunately, he hasn't had too many run-ins with the mafia in hell outside of moxxie's shit-ass family. all he knows is pizza is great and whoever brought that shit down here like a million years ago should probably have their picture hung up somewhere.

dragging the tv to the center of the room not too far from the couch, blitzø waves off angel's help for a second, and then changes his mind. he picks up the power cord spilling from the back of it and swings it around once or twice by his side before holding it out to angel. ]

Yeah, here. Plug that in - uh, wherever. [ he makes a vague gesture, unsure of where the nearest outlet is, if there even is one. he spends most of his time here in his office, or in the conference room; his knowledge of the lobby's electrical outlets is limited.

blitzø digs his phone out of his pocket, swiping through his apps. ] Pizzageddon or Dommin-Hoes?

[harderdaddy]

We're the fucks what invented it.

[And yeah, maybe his accent gets a little thicker defending his family's homeland. His Nonna did claim Italy was responsible for inventing just about everything, but the pizza one he's pretty sure of. But of course he doesn't actually expect Blitzø to have the full cultural lexicon of both Hell AND Earth. He's mostly teasing.

He accepts the cord and starts hunting for an outlet, his size making it a little amusing as he's so far from outlet height. But eventually he finds one and folds down to plug it in, more flexible than anyone has any right to be.]

Hoes~

[shitzo]

You would choose Hoes.

[ blitzø says this partially under his breath, but definitely loud enough and with the intention of angel overhearing, a fleeting note of amusement in his tone as he glances up from his phone - just in time to catch a glimpse of angel practically folded in half. he allows himself two seconds to - admire the view, and then shifts his attention back to his phone again, pacing idly as his thumb taps and swipes across the screen. ]

How's half cheese half meat sluts sound? [ tap tap. ] Too late, already ordered it.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel glances back with a cheeky grin and waggles his hips. Of course he would~
Straightening up again, Angel smooths down his jacket and weaves easily round Blitzø's pacing to perch on the couch again.]

Heh, we should do this sometime without a buncha shit happenin' before.
[What a novel experience. His expression softens briefly in thanks, and then his lips curl impishly (is that like a rude thing to say in hell btw?).]

How long they usually take to deliver? 'Cause I bet there's a few fun things we could do in exactly that amount of time...