"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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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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"He f̸̠̆u̸̫̓ĉ̴͎ḵ̵̄i̸̡̕n̵̼͂g̶̤̈́ ̶̦̽ķ̸̫͖̑͒̅ī̷̥͖̙͉l̶̯̓͜͠l̷̡̙̩͎̒̓ë̸̖̭̯́̀̈́͝d̸̞͙̽͜ ̴͙̰͖̠̾͛m̷̺͗e̸̫͇̭̲̽,̷̢͇̦͆̔ ̵̤̜̂̇B̸̥̦̭̈́͠ḷ̶͝ī̶͇̳̘t̴̛͔̱̭ż̸̠̖̥̯!̵̝̣̈̈̑̔"
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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.