Wait.. lemme get this straight...

Pick Up

"Come on Stolas! Pick the fuck up!!" Blitzø yelled at his cracked phone screen, shaking it like he could fix it like that. Like the magical force of shaking the shit out of it would make it work properly. Unfortunately, that is not what happened. His tight grip only cracked his phone more than it already was, and it cut his finger, making curse loudly.

"SATAN DAMNIT MOTHERFUCKING BITCH FACE WHAT THE HELL!!!!"

"Are you alright, Sir?" Moxxie, his shorter male employee, asks as he opens the door without knocking, an expression of concern laced across his face. He had coffee spilled down his front. Most likely his own clumsiness, Blitzø supposed. Well, whatever the reason, it didn't matter right now.

"Christ on a stick- it's called KNOCKING, MOXXIE! THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

"Sorry, Sir.." Moxxie backed out and closed the door, "Just wanted to make sure you were alright, that's all."
Saying that he didn't like it when Moxxie made sure he was alright was a stretch, even for Blitzø. He did like it. It made him feel like someone in this fucking hell hole of life Tolerated him enough to make sure he hadn't been seriously hurt. Made him feel worth something.

Not like Stolas didn't care, he did. But he wasn't here at IMP- for good reason- and couldn't make sure if he was alright during the day. He also knew that the bird appreciate Moxxie's attempts to keep Blitzø safe and out of imminent danger like Blitzø oh so loved getting into.

The ring- or rather screams of victims that he's killed (or taken credit for killing) playing in a long loop that he called a ringtone- came screeching out of his shaken and broken phone. The speakers were busted too, obviously. Blitzø blasted MLP cartoons he'd downloaded from Earth on there almost every night. So by now the speakers were crap.

He looked down at the ID caller and he frowned when it wasn't his birdbrain, but Fizz again. He picked up the call and put the phone to his ear, "Yeah?"

"Do you have an answer?" Fizz asked anxiously. He was wringing his hands together nervously.

Blitzø sighed in annoyance. "No. Birdbrain didn't answer my call. He's probably in a meeting." Why he couldn't step out of a meeting to answer a very important call was beyond Blitzø. Didn't he matter more to Stolas than a bunch of assholes and rich pricks who didn't give a shit and only wanted to be a pain and get richer?

He knew he did. Some place deep down in his heart. But that didn't stop the creep of fear and pain of heartbreak and guilt slithering up his back like a cobra snake.

What if Stolas decided to dump him like the lousy shit fuck he was?
What if he really was nothing more to Stolas than a fuck toy? Deep down he knew that wasn't true, but it was still a valid fear. It could be true!  Some part of him told himself that you don't marry your whores, but then again this was Hell and it had a lot of freaky- and kinda wrong- even in Blitzø's opinion- stuff that even for HELL, shouldn't be legal.
What if Stolas broke his heart? Or worse.. if Blitzø broke his heart. He couldn't stand it if he hurt the owl, even if it hurt himself in the process. Hurting Stolas would rip him apart.
What if- what if- well, he couldn't think of any more What Ifs he was so damn nervous!

"Well, you'll let us know the second you hear anything from him, right?"

Blitzø quickly shook himself out. Come on Blitzø, get a hold of yourself. He had forgotten about Fizz and Ozzie on the other side of the call. He was a jerk, he knew this.

"Yeah- uh.. yeah, I'll call you as soon as I hear anything. Might have to be tomorrow.."

Blitzø hung up before Fizz could say anything else.