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6 - Missing

no summary - rot in hell <3/j this chapter is angsty that's all im saying 

FEELING GENEROUS ACTUALLY.... SO.... 

i was watching coco and saw this clip and thought of stolitz

THIS HAS TO B THEM AFTER OZZIES OR SO HELP ME. anyways thats the little hint u get >:)

It had been... a normal day? 

Blitz didn't know what normal was anymore. He got up, wiping his eyes to wake himself. Loona's door was open, letting Blitz know she came home last night. After that was clear, he groaned a little as he got up. 

He walked to his bathroom and turned on the light. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and horse pajama pants, which was what he usually wore. He brushed his teeth and then took a shower, all normal things. 

Loona got up on her own  which was a bit unusual, but Blitz didn't mind. "Morning, Looney." He smiled. Loona mumbled something, still to asleep to bother actually speaking to Blitz. Blitz turned around to his closet, his tail wagging a little as he walked. 

After he was changed, he walked into his living room again where he saw Loona with coffee and a blanket over her shoulders. "You want breakfast?" Blitz asked, walking into the kitchen. "Nah, I'm good." Loona rasped. Her morning voice was always adorable to Blitz. 

"Alright. I'm gonna go get dressed." Loona spoke, readjusting her blanket. She left the coffee on the bar and walked to her room. Blitz waited for her to be done, and once she was she walked into the living room. "So are we going or not?" Loona barked. "Yep." Blitz hopped down from the chair he was sitting in and walked with her outside to the van. 

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Regular morning, regular Moxxie and Millie, regular clients.

One thing that he supposed was regular now was the horrible, heart wrenching, stupid... fucking thoughts of Stolas. It'd been very long since Ozzie's, but neither had the guts to speak. That made sense. 

No 9:00 call from Stolas? Fine. He didn't have to listen to Stolas's horny and "grating", somewhat lovely  voice. That was fine. "Sir? Can we talk? " Blitz's inner voices started groaning. "Oh my fucking god.." Blitz mumbled. Not this shit. "What...do you want Moxxie?" Moxxie frowned uncomfortably. Yep. It was about Stolas, wasn't it?

"It's about the prince, sir." Blitz's eyes narrowed angrily, showing his teeth a little. "Moxxie." Blitz growled, making Moxxie tense a little harder than he already was. "I know it's a sensitive topic.. uh.. sir." Moxxie stuttered. "Shut up, Moxxie, and just get to the point." He sighed, rubbing his eyes. 

"We don't have the book. We uh.. hadn't for a while." Oh right. That was.. right. "Oh yea.. uh.. sure." Blitz said. "Excuse me?" Blitz picked up his phone and waved Moxxie away, making him close the door. He dialed the number and paused. His breath was shaky and his hands trembled. He didn't want to talk to Stolas. 

He didn't have to. Seconds later, Octavia burst through the door, with Moxxie close behind trying to calm her. Mascara was running down her eyes, her pupils really small the way Stolas's got when he was upset. "TELL ME WHERE HE IS!" Octavia screamed. Blitz grew a defensive look on his face, especially because he didn't recognize Octavia.