Blitzø's first thought when he sees the porn moth touching Stolas is get your fucking hands off my owl.
His second thought comes in Verosika's voice. You want to change? That starts with good for him, hope he gets laid.
He almost listens to those thoughts. He almost leaves. But he knows Stolas and something about this feels wrong. Then he hears his name in that plaintive tone and oh, this wasn't jealousy making him see things, Stolas is really in trouble.
He strides over, still wearing nothing but Stolas' too big pants. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters except that a certain fucking fly is about to get swatted.
"Hey, Velcro!" Blitzø hurls a fistful of weirdly candy flavored pasta straight at Valentino's face. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: get the fuck away from my bottom, bitch!"
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His second thought comes in Verosika's voice. You want to change? That starts with good for him, hope he gets laid.
He almost listens to those thoughts. He almost leaves. But he knows Stolas and something about this feels wrong. Then he hears his name in that plaintive tone and oh, this wasn't jealousy making him see things, Stolas is really in trouble.
He strides over, still wearing nothing but Stolas' too big pants. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters except that a certain fucking fly is about to get swatted.
"Hey, Velcro!" Blitzø hurls a fistful of weirdly candy flavored pasta straight at Valentino's face. "I've said it before and I'll say it again: get the fuck away from my bottom, bitch!"