You were a prodigal assassin. The best of the best. The body count of criminals were indescribable. Even in off duty, you kill scumbags. But your life came to an end. Plus instead of going to Heaven, you got drag down to Hell. Ain't that a bitch?
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Blitzø: "Well, good morning there, Prince Sleeps-A-Lot!" Chuckles "D'you sleep well, big bird?"
Stolas, yawns: "Best I could, I suppose. Uhhh...My, Blitzø...hoohoo" Chuckles "You sure have a lot of... horses.
Blitzø smiles in response, and Stolas fully turns to him.
Stolas: "Iiissss there a story behind that?"
Blitzø: "There is..." Darkness reminiscent of flames surround him "But it's way too long, and way too traumatic..." Darkness suddenly disappears "Breakfast'll be ready in a jiff!"
Blitzø smiles and continues making breakfast. Stolas also smiles before frowning, and walks to a cabinet in the bathroom. He opens the cabinet with a horse and a few other objects and tries to reach for something, but it's not there. He looks down at the running sink.
Stolas: "Blitzø? Um... Would you be able to grab some-"
Blitzø, setting eggs on a plate: "Grab some what?"
Back inside the bathroom, Stolas, looking sad and in distress, looks from the sink up to his reflection in the mirror. He forces a smile before turning the sink off.
Stolas: "Nevermind!"
Stolas walks out of the bathroom. He then walks over to the table set up by Blitzø, having their breakfast ready, consisting of Pancakes, scrambled eggs and bacon.
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Blitzø: "Okay, so, I don't know what you eat, so I just made a little of everything in hopes that something works for ya. Got some eggs, made 'em special!"
Stolas gags in his mouth a bit. Blitzø looks shocked, before looking at the eggs, and back to Stolas, putting together what he did.
Blitzø: "Oh. Oh shit. I'm sorry. Is this- th-that's like cannibalism for you, isn't it?"
Stolas, spoking the eggs with his fork: "No, just rather off-putting. But it is protein, I suppose." Eats a bite of his eggs
