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Chapter 105

Chapter 105

Here we go. It's for you all!

Warning: OOC, random craziness, Error past dark abuse, many other troubles if mention, cursing, killing, dark themes, racism mention, stuff children/teen shouldn't do, profanity, self-harm, suicidal moments, cheating, sexual moments mentioned, violence, smoking, drugs, alcohol, guns mention, animal death, cringe, bullying, yandere, musical/singing moments and bad flirts.

Error/Moxxie speaking

Voices/flashback/Text

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"What you say gals and guys?"

"Blitz maybe you should- "

"Stop bitching about your bird toy and get to work."

"Striker!"

"What?"

Blitzo lays out on the meeting room table. Stop throwing pencils into the ceiling and point at Striker. "I'm not bitching and only I call him bird toy!"

"Oh? So, finally talked to him. Or just breathe heavily on the other side of the phone. Sneak over to their castle." Striker rolled his eyes as he cleans out the cylinder from his revolver.

"Hey! I have phone stage fright."

"Give me a break."

"Blitz even that a pathetic lie." Millie frowns as she sits on the chair. Just finished cleaning her weapons.

"Millie, I thought you were on my side."

Millie sighs a bit and shakes her head. "Look it sweet you asked us for our own kind of relationship advice. But well, I wouldn't know what to do in this situation."

"Seriously!"

"Do you like him or not? Like let say as a friend?"

"Striker lets here you question first?"

"Would you feel bad if they got shot in the leg?"

"Back to Millie question and skipping it."

"Blitz." The country gal arms crossed and sent them a look. "You asked for our help."

"He dragged us in here." Striker wants no part of this either.

"And will just give our opinions."

"Then let it fly over his head."

"Hey, I don't let just anything fly over my head."

"Besides the owl."

"Let Loona get away with stuff."

"Long, complicated arguments with fancy words."

"Tax evasion."

"Where the fuck is Moxxie? We need a third opinion." Blitzo demanded.

Back at the apartment.

Moxxie screams and curses into a pillow. Hold it close to their face.

Back at IMP floor.

"They just said they'll be running late."

"Well, I don't want to hear any complaints from them on why their paycheck low."

"You're avoiding this talk, Blitz."

"Back to work everyone!" Blitzo jumps off the table and heads straight to his office.

The door slammed shut.

"This is ridiculous." Striker rubs his eyes.

"Come on he in a tough spot." Millie glanced at him. She really does have mixed feelings about this. Whatever this thing is between Blitzo and Stolas. Thought that the two would have some kind of interaction by now. Yet, seems to be on hold. Or just letting it go longer than it needs to be. Or those awkward calls they all definitely can hear behind the closed door.