Helluva Boss: Ink Edition

Apology Tour

Next to a large pool within a garden filling up with water, we see Stolas lay down in a lounge chair beside a tea table under a royal tent in his garden, reading a botany book with a cup of wine on a table next to him. Blitz appears a little ways away, climbing over the brick wall.

Blitz: Hello, hello, hello, Stolas! You have- Ah!

Stolas takes notice, but gratefully covers his face in his book lke he's hiding something as Blitz falls into the bushes, climbing out, yanking a carnivorous plant off of biting his elbow as he walks up to talk.

Blitz: You haven't been answering my texts, and I sent you a bunch of funny shit. So, what gives?

Stolas: I was hoping my lack of "ha ha's" in response to the photos you sent would be an indicator I didn't want to talk.

Blitz: Oh, come on, Stolas, you always want to hear from me.

Trying to get his attention, Blitz uses his finger to press down the middle of the book so he and Stolas would be eye to eye. Stolas sighs as he closes the book in his hand, slightly annoyed.

Stolas: Blitz. What is it you want?

Blitz: I wanna know why you've been calling off the book arrangement thing for the past 3 months. 'Kay? You're punctual with that sort of thing, what is it? Is it the sex? You miss th sex, don't you?

Stolas: Miss the- WHA-

Blitz: I can tell you miss the sex, I can hear it in your tone. I know we said no more, but I'm fixing this, so get your tight, feathered ass out of that lawn chair and into the bedroom so I can FUCK it!

Blitz climbs on top of Stolas as he speaks, but the latter does not reciprocate the intentions. Stolas frowns as he gets out of the chair and moves to the tea table.

Stolas: Blitz, please stop! Some... things have come up and *walks away* I don't think I can see you right now.

Blitz: *follows* Oh, come on, Stolas. you can't mean that. You always love seeing this.

Stolas: I do, I normally do, but seeing you right now is hard! I don't want to feel any worse than I already do.

Blitz: Why would you feel wor- HOW do I make you feel worse?!

As Stolas puts down his book, he picks up a folded envelope with the words "You're invited" on it.

Stolas: It's bad enough I got an invite to this anti-Blitzo (pronounces "O") party. An honorary invite for being your freshest ex.

Blitz: *angered* "Anti-Blitz (pronounces "O") party"? Who the fuck's behind this?!

Stolas: Oh, it's entirely immature. I'd never indulge this nonsense, it's silly.

Blitz: Real silly. Real fucking classy.

Stolas: Kind of them to invite me, though. Even IF if isn't the usual "ex" they refer to here..

He rips the invitation out of Stolas's hand and reads the cursive pink hand-writing.

Invitation: "Stolas, congrats! Blitzo has officially broken your fucking heart. It would be my pleasure to extend an honorary invite for being his freshest ex, to our Halloween party in the human world for closure and to indulge in our shared hatred for that miserable FUCKBOY. Sorry this took so long, Milky's bad with addresses. Hope to see you there..."

Blitz: Verosika?! Of course, that fucking bitch.

Stolas: I will say, it's rather concerning you have an entire party devoted to hating you though, Blitz.

Blitz: Oh, please, *gives envelope back* Everyone hates me for shitty reasons. *lounges on table* In the end, everyone's just bitter they couldn't tie this ass down. I'm too much imp to simp!