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[harderdaddy]

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[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...

[shitzo]

[ we should do this again sometime, angel says, and blitzø pauses for a second to glance up from his phone, his expression hard to decipher. he's not - opposed, exactly, but both times he's brought angel back here, it's been with limited options, and after some kind of unfortunate event. doing this (whatever this happens to be - hanging out, ordering food, presumably vegging out on the couch and watching shitty television?) just because feels like it'd be way more... intimate, he just can't really put a finger on why.

or maybe blitzø's just overthinking it. he looks back down at his phone again, though this time he's not looking at anything in particular, just averting his gaze, and he shrugs casually. ]

Yeah, maybe.

[ maybe they should, maybe they shouldn't. either way, blitzø's easily distracted by angel's not-so-subtle flirting. he looks up again, pocketing his phone this time, and wanders toward angel, overly nonchalant. ]

Twenty minutes, give or take. [ he raises his eyebrows, and a slow smile spreads across his face, all sharp teeth. ] What kinda fun're you thinkin'?

[harderdaddy]

[Oop. Nope. Angel can feel the shift. He's said the wrong thing. Which is fine, they have a strategy for that! Ignore! He nods faintly, and leans harder into the flirting. That's much easier for both of them. He toys idly with his chest fluff as he talks, eyeing those teeth excitedly.]

Mmm- the kind where we see how many times we can cum before they get here? Loser has to answer the door?

[Winners all round with that kind of fun. Except maybe the delivery guy if he's some kind of prude.]

I still gotta thank ya properly.

[And he still does want that desk fantasy, but that might take more time than they've got and he doesn't wanna be pulled outta that one prematurely.]

[shitzo]

[ it's not that it's the wrong thing, it's just that blitzø is a whole goddamn mess when it comes to anything even remotely emotionally... serious. and he likes this unspoken thing he seems to have going on with angel. potentially making it more complicated by taking all of the excuses out of it - oh, angel just needed somewhere to crash for a night, or oh, angel just needed a ride and i had nothing better to do, etc. - just seems like it would be stamping a death sentence on the whole thing. in blitzø's experience, anyway.

but that's a conversation for another time, or more realistically - never.

blitzø's already moved past the moment anyway, comfortable falling into flirting and dirty talk. it's not exactly where he thought this night would go, all things considered, but if angel's comfortable, then - well, blitzø's not going to complain. he practically skitters up onto the couch, quick and agile, and perches behind angel, peering over his shoulder at him like some kind of feral gargoyle. ]

Come on, that's not fair. You're a professional, uh - cum - a professional. [ great job, real smooth. blitzø laughs though. ] Whatever, delivery guy's probably seen worse.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel laughs, head turning to follow that movement with a fond look, an arm casually dropping behind the couch to play with Blitø's tail even as he acts innocent.]

A professional you have no trouble getting off in record time on multiple occasions, don't sell yourself short. Or we can lean into your strengths an go shoot some fucks- [He pretends like he's going to stand up, lips quirking playfully]

[shitzo]

[ his tail is somewhat of an erogenous zone depending on how and where you touch it, though this is probably not much of a secret to angel anymore, all things considered. even so, it's a move that's entirely unfair. blitzø twitches a little, a mild shiver shooting down his back and making his spines bristle slightly, but he doesn't stop angel or try to flick his tail away.

he seems a little bit prideful at angel's words, the compliments landing right where they need to. blitzø believes he's good at exactly two things - fucking and killing - and for someone whose whole career is based around sex to give him a little credit, well. it's definitely a little bit of an ego boost. blitzø can't help confident smirk that pulls at the corner of his mouth, but his expression is quick to shift, eyes widening a little when angel feigns getting up.

lightning-quick, blitzø's tail lashes and catches angel's teasing hand, tangling around his wrist to keep him from going anywhere, one hand extended in a way that's meant to be placating while the other remains braced against the back of the couch where he's still perched so he doesn't fall. ]

Okay, hold on, [ he laughs, the spade of his tail gently pushing between two of angel's fingers almost kind of subconsciously. ] Fuck around now. Pizza. Murder after.

[ he raises his brows a little, like he's waiting for feedback, but then he continues on, crawling a little bit closer to angel on his hands and knees over the back of the couch. he keeps his tail coiled around angel's arm. ]

Appetizer. Dinner. Dessert. Can't beat that.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel keeps up the innocent act like he doesn't see those spines shift, the velvety fur of his fingers brushing light and knowing exactly what is is he's doing.

He laughs in triumph when Bliztø stops him, easily falling back and looking oh so pleased with himself, always a little surprised how quick the imp is, both in general and with his tail.]

You drive a hard bargain. [He plays as though he needed any convincing at all, fingers shifting obviously on either side of that spade, nothing subconscious about it.] Never been the Appetizer before. I like this plan. Might need a second taste after dessert~

[shitzo]

[ is he... purring? maybe. possibly. it's quiet, and subtle, but teasing his tail is easy mode. and angel knows exactly that he's doing, blitzø doesn't doubt that for a second, fingers soft and deliberate. blitzo's tail loosens a little around angel's wrist, coils falling a bit slack so he can move closer with ease, but he still doesn't pull the tip of his tail free of his flirting fingers, not quite yet.

climbing down off the back of the couch and onto the cushions by angel, blitzø smirks and shrugs a shoulder, inching toward him on his hands and knees. ]

I'm irresistible, what can I say? [ does he believe this? maybe to some extent, but he says it more like it's a funny think to say in the moment and not like it's true. ] Now c'mere and let me fuckin' kiss you. This head start you've got isn't fair and I'm not about to lose that easily, bitch.