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Once we all took a seat around the table in the I.M.P. business room, Blitzø ran to the front and started waving his presentation baton around while looking at us, a crazed look growing in his eyes, "ALRIGHT. SHUT YOUR ASSHOLES. Here's how we're gonna do this shit."

Stick versions of all of us were placed on the board, courtesy of Blitzø, and he began to draw at a fast pace, making the pictures move as he spoke.

"First — We find a fuck ton of clients.

We portal up!

We have our fun murder time. (As per usual)

We pile all of the bodies into a big fuckin' canoe.

We push said canoe into some water!

We light it on fire to attract the sharks and eagles and shit. Maybe a goose, too! Fuck it!

They come and eat the bodies, we win the bet, we rub it in that sloppy bitch's drunken whore-ass face!

DO you have any questions?"

Everyone watched silently as he threw the baton out the window.

"He's a very eccentric fellow...." Alastor leaned down commented quietly beside me, his demon form towering over everyone here and scaring the white haired Imp who looked about ready to pass out from Al's presence alone. I only nodded unsurely to his statement before quietly responding with my own as I watched the white haired Imp argue with Blitzø, "He has his moments, but I think he's just really pissed righ' now. He apparently threw hands with Verosika Mayday before this."

Alastor turned and gave me an indecipherable look, his smile twitching at the corners of his mouth, "Who is Veroska? They sound familiar."

"Her name is Verosika, and she's a famous popstar. I'm kinda surprised ya know 'er."

"I don't live completely under a rock. I happen to watch the picture show quite often." He raised his eyebrows with a smug grin, and I rolled my eyes, a huffy snort leaving my throat as my ears flattened, slightly embarrassed. "Not my fault for assumin' since 'er old as shit." Alastor threw his head back and laughed, drawing the attention of the rest of the group. He merely ignored them before patting my head...fondly?

Blitzø arched an eyebrow at Alastor's shenanigans, loosening his hold on the white haired Imp's collar, which he had grabbed during their argument, "Something funny to you, Smiles?? Wanna share with the class?" He brushed Blitzø off without much of a second thought, continuing to pet the top of my head, much to my annoyance. Though surprisingly, I didn't find it as infuriating and insufferable as I once did. Guess I'm getting used to it. Just like I've adapted to his creepy smiling antics. I subtly leaned into a particular spot he scratched behind my ear, one I usually had a hard time soothing. My eyes fluttered, threatening to close.

Loona scrunched her nose and snorted with amusement as she scrolled through her phone boredly, knowing the relief I probably felt to finally have an itch I've been trying to reach for a while being scratched.

Blitzø leaned back away from the white haired Imp and squinted his eyes at Alastor suspiciously, a slight twinge of discomfort bouncing around in his scleras, "You got a creepy pet kink or somethin', bud?" I snapped out of the trance I'd been put into, the lack of constant, inescapable itching giving my mind and body a moment of peace, and I hadn't even realized that my head had layed down against the table, my ears flat and my tail beating against the chair I sat in repetitively.