"Oh please," Blitzø retorts, not even glancing in Trevor's direction as he flips him off. "They're gonna be hearing a lot more than that in a minute!"
Is it weird that Stolas is acting that way and not immediately rolling over? Sure, but Blitzø can't imagine that he'd ever fail in this particular area. The birdy is probably just playing hard to get.
"Come on, Stols, let's get that fat ass inside so I can use those thighs as ear warmers already. I'll have you screaming so loud Trevor will have to move floors!"
The frustrating part is, it isn't not doing it for him. His legs shift a little at the thrill of those dirty fucking words - so he compensates by folding his arms and giving Blitz an imperious look.
"And here I was thinking you didn't want me to be a fucking bitch. In what universe would simply lying back and letting you fuck me be anything less?"
"Oh please," Blitzø snaps, dropping the flirting and glaring up at the goetian prince. "You fucking love it when I push you down and tie you up and do what the fuck ever to you. You basically cream yourself immediately."
He takes a step closer and reaches out to ghost the tips of his claws against Stolas' thigh. "So move the fuck inside and lets see how many levels your voice travels already."
Sensing that for some reason his amazing powers of seduction and sweet nothings aren't working as well, Blitzø rolls his eyes. "Christ on a fucking stick, what's got you in a fucking mood? I figured you'd be a thirsty bitch for me by now."
Blitz will definitely feel feathers push against the fancy suiting of Stolas's tailored pants when that tough makes goosebumps rise on his skin - and Stolas leans down a little to bat his hand away.
"I believe our original agreement was once a month, hm? Blitzy? I can certainly last two weeks." He folds his arms tight again and leans a shoulder against the doorframe, red eyes fiercely bright. "And perhaps I'm in a fucking mood because you clearly don't respect me! You called me up and told me to my face that what you were really after was someone else to do the fucking job for you?"
"Oh ho ho, is that what we're getting into now? Respect??" Blitzø snarls, the flirting dropping entirely now.
"Like you've ever fucking respected me! I'm just your 'impish little plaything', you're just gonna throw me away the moment you get sick of me!" He jabs a claw at Stolas, all the rage and feelings of hurt from Johann leaving and being trapped here boiling over into a sudden desire to destroy this as well.
"This has never fucking been about respect, Stolas. It's just about two shitty people in a shitty deal getting what they can from each other. Just like how the rest of the world works."
Stolas's neck floofs with his furious scowl, in a ripple that makes his crown feathers tremble as well.
"I don't think I could get rid of you if I tried, with the way you're constantly stalking me around the ship, pretending to clean while you hover like a fucking mother hen!" He straightens and gestures sharply in a back-handed motion. "And if this deal was such a fucking hardship for you, there are plenty of other ways for you to travel back and forth from Earth. Striker fucking killed me, after all, you wouldn't even have had to do any work, just take my grimoire from my corpse and be done with the whole affair!!"
His expression twists into a sardonic smile. "Oh, but of course, you weren't fucking there, were you? You sent your little employees to rescue me instead, well - look at how that went!"
"Oh please!" Blitzø snarls back, the spines on his back bristling. "I've seen you recover from that, I fucking know you're going to graduate and be fine and go right back to whatever the fuck you royals do when you're not slumming it getting railed by the peasants!
"And anyway," he continues, because Blitzø is on a fucking roll now and he can't think of anything better to do than air everything he's been holding onto since this mess started, right here at the top of his lungs in the hallway.
"How the fuck was I supposed to know you were actually in fucking danger anyway? You're the one always coming up with bullshit reasons you need me to save or protect you when we both know you're more powerful than I could ever hope to be!"
His voice shifts, openly mocking Stolas now as he pulls a face and waves his hands in spiteful mimicry. "'Oh Blitzy~ please come protect me from being kidnapped by these teeny tiny scary imps~! Because I can't possibly manage to take care of myself and you don't have anything better to do~!' I thought it was just more of the same fucking shit!"
A mortified blush creeps up Stolas's face at the mockery of it all, that his genuine terror was being so readily dismissed, so thoroughly slapping him in the face.
"Because he took the fucking phone, Blitz, he told you he was going to kill me!! I'm not like you-" with another sharp gesticulation like he can slap the accusations out of the air. "I don't go sleeping around, I literally can't in my position, it wasn't a fucking game!!"
"You don't go sleeping around?" Blitzø wasn't about to argue that he didn't; he was almost proud of his record, so long as he didn't look too closely at the way much of it had ended. "Then what the fuck do you call this, asshole? Aren't you fucking married with a kid? Sure seems like you're fucking sleeping around just fiiiiine when it comes to making deals to get what you want."
There's a part of him that's starting to realise this is probably going too far even for him, but it's drowned out in the need to lash out now and push everything away, get the hurt over with now.
"And you're the one who said you understood that I had to be with my fucking daughter when you decided to get your ass kidnapped! And now you're shitty about the fact that I didn't come rushing to your rescue like the first time?!"
Oh. Oh fuck. He's fucked up a lot but that one he'd forgotten about and Blitzø looks vaguely guilty for a moment.
"I mean, he was going to try something at that harvest moon bullshit but we stopped that. He was a pushover anyway, wasn't like it was a big deal or anything."
Well now he's not even sure what face he's making, but he's looking away from Blitz with a dangerously blank expression, only the tiniest fold of an eyebrow giving away the tumultuous emotions beneath.
"You knew there was an assassin after me and you- y-you didn't even think to tell me?"
"He wasn't after you any more! We kicked his ass, Moxxie took his gun... it wasn't a problem!" He's backpedalling hard now, he knows it, and he wished he'd kept his mouth shut on the Striker situation.
"I didn't think it was a big fucking deal, you're a prince, nothing can hurt you!"
His eyes widen for a moment as he turns and stares at Blitz - and even as he does there's flickers of black and red across his feathers, glossing that sickly demonic black as his whole form swells like he's fluffing up into the shadow of that behemoth demon self.
And then he remembers himself, that this argument is happening in a fucking hallway, and all at once he shrinks back down with a sharp swish of his cape, and the distress is still extremely obvious but he's got his game face back on, even if his voice cracks.
"I cannot do this right now, Blitz, just- go, leave me alone!"
There's a flicker of raw power there, harmonics in the sound of Stolas' voice that hurt and put him on edge, waiting for the power to lash out at him... then it's gone just as quickly and he's bizarrely aware that he's not the hurt one here. He doesn't know what to do, and as Stolas snaps at him, Blitzø hesitates for just a moment before he turns on his heel and bolts down the hallway and away.
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Is it weird that Stolas is acting that way and not immediately rolling over? Sure, but Blitzø can't imagine that he'd ever fail in this particular area. The birdy is probably just playing hard to get.
"Come on, Stols, let's get that fat ass inside so I can use those thighs as ear warmers already. I'll have you screaming so loud Trevor will have to move floors!"
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"And here I was thinking you didn't want me to be a fucking bitch. In what universe would simply lying back and letting you fuck me be anything less?"
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He takes a step closer and reaches out to ghost the tips of his claws against Stolas' thigh. "So move the fuck inside and lets see how many levels your voice travels already."
Sensing that for some reason his amazing powers of seduction and sweet nothings aren't working as well, Blitzø rolls his eyes. "Christ on a fucking stick, what's got you in a fucking mood? I figured you'd be a thirsty bitch for me by now."
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"I believe our original agreement was once a month, hm? Blitzy? I can certainly last two weeks." He folds his arms tight again and leans a shoulder against the doorframe, red eyes fiercely bright. "And perhaps I'm in a fucking mood because you clearly don't respect me! You called me up and told me to my face that what you were really after was someone else to do the fucking job for you?"
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"Like you've ever fucking respected me! I'm just your 'impish little plaything', you're just gonna throw me away the moment you get sick of me!" He jabs a claw at Stolas, all the rage and feelings of hurt from Johann leaving and being trapped here boiling over into a sudden desire to destroy this as well.
"This has never fucking been about respect, Stolas. It's just about two shitty people in a shitty deal getting what they can from each other. Just like how the rest of the world works."
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"I don't think I could get rid of you if I tried, with the way you're constantly stalking me around the ship, pretending to clean while you hover like a fucking mother hen!" He straightens and gestures sharply in a back-handed motion. "And if this deal was such a fucking hardship for you, there are plenty of other ways for you to travel back and forth from Earth. Striker fucking killed me, after all, you wouldn't even have had to do any work, just take my grimoire from my corpse and be done with the whole affair!!"
His expression twists into a sardonic smile. "Oh, but of course, you weren't fucking there, were you? You sent your little employees to rescue me instead, well - look at how that went!"
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"And anyway," he continues, because Blitzø is on a fucking roll now and he can't think of anything better to do than air everything he's been holding onto since this mess started, right here at the top of his lungs in the hallway.
"How the fuck was I supposed to know you were actually in fucking danger anyway? You're the one always coming up with bullshit reasons you need me to save or protect you when we both know you're more powerful than I could ever hope to be!"
His voice shifts, openly mocking Stolas now as he pulls a face and waves his hands in spiteful mimicry. "'Oh Blitzy~ please come protect me from being kidnapped by these teeny tiny scary imps~! Because I can't possibly manage to take care of myself and you don't have anything better to do~!' I thought it was just more of the same fucking shit!"
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"Because he took the fucking phone, Blitz, he told you he was going to kill me!! I'm not like you-" with another sharp gesticulation like he can slap the accusations out of the air. "I don't go sleeping around, I literally can't in my position, it wasn't a fucking game!!"
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There's a part of him that's starting to realise this is probably going too far even for him, but it's drowned out in the need to lash out now and push everything away, get the hurt over with now.
"And you're the one who said you understood that I had to be with my fucking daughter when you decided to get your ass kidnapped! And now you're shitty about the fact that I didn't come rushing to your rescue like the first time?!"
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"The first time?!"
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"I mean, he was going to try something at that harvest moon bullshit but we stopped that. He was a pushover anyway, wasn't like it was a big deal or anything."
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"You knew there was an assassin after me and you- y-you didn't even think to tell me?"
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"I didn't think it was a big fucking deal, you're a prince, nothing can hurt you!"
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"I cannot do this right now, Blitz, just- go, leave me alone!"
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He is, after all, good at running it seems.