Blitz paced around his office about to shit himself from the pressure. "Sir, it's okay. Just breathe. You got the ring?"
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Moxxie gasped. "Are those real?" Blitz nodded frantically. "Yea. Is it shitty? It costed me my fuckin' tail." Blitz's voice cracked with stress as he showed Moxxie his ring. "Satan, Blitz. That's a good ring. Stolas will be thrilled."
"Sure! Or.. he could reject my ass! I'm a fucking imp what the fuck am I thinking marrying a Goetia?" Moxxie sighed and grabbed his hands. "What did your therapist say?" Blitz whimpered. "That I'm insecure and need to get over myself." Moxxie sighed. "You are insecure Blitz. You've been dating Stolas for 3 years. It's time, don't you think?"
"Yea.." Moxxie could tell he was unsure. "What do you like about Stolas?" Blitz bit his lip. "His face. His cute fucking adorably fluffy, feathery, walking pillow body. The way he makes bird noises when he laughs. His thick ass accent. The way he blushes when he gets flustered. His loyalty. His ass." Blitz paused, looking up at Moxxie. "That's a lot, Blitz. I think you're both perfect for each other."
"If you're not right I'm going to fire you, fuck your wife and make you watch and then kill you and steal all of your money." Blitz growled. "I-I'm not lying on my opinion or view. I promise sir."
"Your reservations are at 7, Blitz. Don't be late. I want Via to be my sister already, chop chop." Loona smiled at her father. Blitz exhaled. "I'll do my best."
***
Blitz paced in front of the restaurant. It wasn't fancy, but it wasn't an ass restaurant. He clutched the ring in his pocket. A portal opened, making Blitz turn and look.
Stolas walked through and smiled warmly. "Hello, dear." Blitz's spikes rose on his back and he rubbed the back of his neck. "Pssh, wow. Fuck, that's hot." Stolas blushed. "Well, I wanted to look nicer for you. You said this would be important, after all."
Blitz smiled. "Yea. I did." Blitz grabbed Stolas's hand and walked with him. They sat down as Blitz anxiously tapped his foot. A waiter came out and glanced over at Stolas. A disgusting smile spread across her face as she darted over to him. "Hello there.. can I get you two something to drink? And for you my number?" Blitz narrowed his eyes. "Back off, bitch. He's mine." The waiter sighed. "Get another waiter then." She walked off. "What an utter cunt."'
"Let's not let that pervert ruin our night, yea?" Blitz smiled. "Of course not. Way to be optimistic, darling." Blitz kept thinking "do it" but he simply couldn't. "Fuck, we gotta go somewhere more private." Stolas blushed, unsure of what he meant. "Huh? B-Blitzy we haven't even ordered." Blitz shrugged. "No fee, right? Come on." Stolas followed behind Blitz swiftly. "Uhh.. you go upstairs. I got it." Stolas raised a brow. "You got it?"
Blitz waved him off. "Go on!" Stolas walked inside and waited. Blitz looked at the balcony. "Look, bro. I'm doing this for sentimental value. Please don't make climbing you suck." Blitz whispered to the balcony. He sighed and grabbed onto a rock and started jumping up it. Once he was finally at the top, Stolas giggled. "Blitzy! You climbed the balcony?" Blitz was out of breath. "I-.. I wanted to make this.. extra special." Stolas smiled and titled his head.
