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[bartenderbitch]

"Yeah, yeah, leave a message and I'll get back to you at some point."

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[helluvamess]

did u gess rite??

[bartenderbitch]

[GODS, OF COURSE IT IS.]

Angel already had a feeling it was you, so a little, yeah.

[helluvamess]

so do u??

[bartenderbitch]

Why don't you come here and find out?

[helluvamess]

u srs?

[bartenderbitch]

Yeah?

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[helluvamess]

[Eventually, Blitzø heads around to Husk's room, knocking lightly because he half hopes that he isn't heard and doesn't have to have this conversation.]

[bartenderbitch]

[BITCH, THIS MAN IS A CAT, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING. Which unfortunately means the smallest of sounds get caught by his stupid ears and he's just huffing out a laugh while going to get the door. He knows who it is, probably, and is not making the situation any better by answering with just a pair of shorts on.]

Come on in, ain't no reason to be timid about it. [He's not angry? He's not angry. If anything, he looks amused by the entire situation.]

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø blinks and immediately drops his gaze southwards. He is suddenly wondering if there's anything to hide or if the pants are just a fashion choice. Sinners are weird.]

Who's fucking timid? [Immediately he puffs up.] I just don't think you know what the fuck you're getting into.

[bartenderbitch]

[He just wants to be comfortable, what can he say? Though he raises a brow slowly at the sudden puffing and bites back a laugh as he motions for him to sit. Whether that's the one chair in the room or the bed, he doesn't particularly mind or care. It... looks like a normal-ass hotel room, oddly.]

You were the one acting like you didn't want me to hear you knocking. And I doubt it's anything I haven't dealt with before, though I can say I've never seen what an imp's packing, so feel free to surprise me. [Nor should he be so casual about everything, but that's pretty much how he's been with most of his "casual encounters". That's a lie.]

You really that interested?

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø pulls himself up onto the chair (so little furniture is sized well for him) and feigns a laugh at Husk's words.]

Who, me? Trying to sneak away? No, I was just trying to see if you were paying attention. I'm an assassin, I'm supposed to be all stealthy and shit.

[Technically not a lie, he never said he was after all.]

I mean, I was fucking around a lot but now I've been thinking about it, the fuck do you have down there?

[bartenderbitch]

While I was expecting you. And have cat senses. [He doesn't believe a word of that, but admittedly he's pretty curious to see how all of this goes. Especially since he does actually seem interested and he's letting his tail tip (which really is just a large feather) thump against the bed.]

Well, do you want me to actually answer that or do you want to see for yourself? Up to you, no pressure. [Which is... absolutely an invitation if he wants to take things further than this fucking around or not, especially given he's going to stretch for a moment with a low rumble that could be mistaken for a purr of all things. Along with stretching those wings, too.]

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø weighs it up for a moment. He still has no idea where he's standing with Stolas right now, and honestly? Feelings are difficult as shit and this is at least something he's good at and easier.

Plus that tail is a dead giveaway there's genuine interest in return too. From there it's easy to switch the complicated, worried parts of his mind off, more or less. Blitzø grins lazily and stands, leaping from the chair to the bed, and hooks a finger in Husk's bowtie.]

Fuck it, lets answer each other's questions then.

[bartenderbitch]

[Feelings are difficult as shit is something they can both agree on, given his own relationship??? sure, he'll call it that and where he even stands in that particular regard. All he knows for certain is that he's allowed to do these sorts of things and he might as well take the opportunity when it presents itself, even if he's not particularly glad for the spotlight that had been put on him from that stupid board.

A brow raises as he moves to stand and biting back a laugh when he does the whole leaping nonsense, merely tilting his head up with the hook of his bowtie, that sound that is absolutely a purr growing in intensity.]

You're far more dressed than I am for what's going on, but I like the way you think. [Ah, he should also... set something out there, come to think of it.] I heal quickly so feel free to be as rough as you want to be, teeth, claws, whatever.

[helluvamess]

Oh right, you sinners can take a lot, can't you?

[Imps could too, technically, but with less of the healing and coming back to life bullshit. But with that open invitation... out comes a knife because Blitzø rarely is without one even here, and he immediately uses it to cut off that bowtie and both those suspenders.]

Now we're fucking talking...

[Hope you weren't attached to those, Husk.]

[bartenderbitch]

Considering my face was dyed pink for a bit because of how much blood staining there was, yeah, we can take a lot. [It's no real secret in private, at least, but he'd gotten lucky that most of him is dark colored fur at the time.

The knife isn't really a surprise to him, but what he's using it for gets a mixture of an annoyed grumble and laugh mixed into one. He shouldn't be surprised that's how this would go, but it's also so ridiculous that he didn't really expect it. Though to save the rest of his clothing he's lightly pushing at him before wriggling out of what's left of his poor suspender pants and the boxers.

Once that's done he's slowly stretching with those wings spread just to make him look a different bit of a figure and someone wasn't wrong about expecting cat dick, because that sure is half-hard cat dick standing out from white fur.]

You happy you were correct in that assumption of yours or sad that you were?

[helluvamess]

Fuck, and the Admiral probably won't let me have any bear traps either. Guess I'll have to save that one for later. [He is, after all, very familiar with people who either don't get hurt easy or have a high pain tolerance and a higher healing ability. Sure, he doubted a sinner could match a goetian prince, but it was still more than Blitzø himself could likely handle. At least, not without some healing on standby.

With Husk getting the message and getting out of his clothes, Blitzø flicks the knife and embeds it in the wall for the time being. Close enough that he could grab it later if he wanted but not in the way of anything. He tosses his own coat and boots aside, eyeing Husk hungrily all the while, but pauses entirely to carefully remove his pendant and put it somewhere safe and out of the way. The other clothing can get fucked but that's important.

That done, he swaggers back to Husk, peeling off his own shirt and pants and almost completely ruins the effect when a pant leg gets stuck and he stumbles and hops to get it untangled from his hooves.]

Fuck-- No it's fine. I mean, the spines are new, but who doesn't like a little pain with their pleasure?