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@blitzd     ⌣⌣    no,  um    ..it's delightful!  the rats are in a    ..heart.  what creativity.

    no. it's the tech that runs nearly all of hell!  [  he spoke, only to let a small snicker fall. he didn't know there was an owl prince, he was going to make a good impression.  ]

@shrkattack      ⌣⌣    lucifer's daughter,  yes.  i'm surprised you've never heard of the goetia.    [  theatrically,  his hand lifts in a dramatic manner.  waving it in a circle,  stolas' head tilting with curiosity.  ]    voxtek?  i've never heard of such a place.  is it for    ..groceries?

   [  hearing that word, his body jolted upright. huh.. royalty eh? grinning, the fixed his tie.  ]  ah! my apologies your highness, the only sense of royalty I know of is little princess of hell.  [  he mocked, now extending a hand.  ]  vox, I own voxtek.  

@blitzd    ⌣⌣    it was in fact five minutes    —..and thirty seconds.    [  stolas taps the side of his sleeve,  the owl tilting his head as he stared down at the imp standing just a few metres away.  ]    i thought it was time for me to see what was going on.  do you care to share? 

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ˒    ⟢      #R͟OYALLY  SCREWED,    S͟TOLAS  G͟OETIA.      helluva boss canon character,    portrayal by kanna.    headcanons    +    canon  —  divergent,    mature themes will be present.   

"  you have a...  well,  gloomy expression is all.  "

@afflamed     ⟢      why wouldn’t i be?       [a brow rises, a rather perplexed look crossing his expression.]

"  i wasn't aware,  the last time i was here..  i knew you were racing.  i didn't think that you quit because of such an incident; ;  " ⠀ivor explained,  which he felt so bad for unintentionally bringing up something like that.  ⠀"  i'm sorry.  "

@afflamed      ⟢     it’s   ..fine.     [vyn’s jaw flexes, tensing as his lips press together with displeasure.]      i just—why?

—can i help you with anything?

@afflamed      ⟢      i’ve always tried to do my own modifications when i was a racer, thought i’d pick up being a mechanic    ..it’s been around six months.

       she listens with a sheepish smile, feeling as though she had been slapped on the wrist for asking.   she adjusted her posture, standing upright.    ``     i don't really know much about the race scene before I joined, so it's all just .. there, i guess?  I figured i would ask you instead of listening to gossip.  I'm hoping to just get a name out there, really   --   winning was never it for me.    ``     she carried the conversation away from what seemed to be a bitter talk,  hoping to ease the growing tension.     ``     I wanted to be a mechanic first, but I guess plans changed .    `` 

@princharmings    ⟢ ͡       it wasn’t obvious?      [a deadpan, there were usually those who would come and go in the repair shop. whether it to be to truly fix their bike, or to catch a glimpse of the renowned ‘phantomline’ now mechanic.]      there’s nothing grand to the race itself, but i’m not that popular    ..not anymore. you don’t need to do what everyone else does in order to win, i’d like to think i was proof of that for a bit.

       prince leant against the table with an intrigue, her arms folded with one propped up to rest her head up her palm.    ``    I kinda of guessed you were a racer..     ``    she  laughed slightly,  a low chuckle that came with the shake of her head.    ``    is that why you're so popular still?   .. it's pretty impressive.  I thought there was something grand to it ..  `` 

     as they walked, prince kept her attention to the path ahead,  idly swinging the umbrella closed in her hands by the wrist strap.     ``     my house is close,  just around that corner  towards the end of the street.     ``   she  answered,  pointing with her left index finger as if it were showing the entire way.    she spared a glance to vyn,  quickly and quietly, taking in his body language.   she lightly swung the umbrella into his arm (akin to a pat upon the shoulder) ,  a warm smile gracing her lips despite the onslaught of rain soaking her skin.    ``   it's just an umbrella,  it'd be stupid of me to get upset over it.    ``       she dismissed it, taking out her keys from her pocket as they got to her front door.    ``  let me know when you want to go back, I'll drop you off, 'kay?    ``  

@princharmings     ⟢     [the words fall before he could fully register it. however, once it settles he can feel the rot bubble from within his rib cage again. lips press together, upper set of white teeth adding pressure to the plush of his bottom lip—still irritated, yet he’s able to contain everything else that he wanted to say underneath a layer of newfound indifference.]        right    ..        [vyn’s words leave his throat, but it dries slowly as he simply follows along with the other. eyes narrowing for a brief moment, thinking that it would be better if he just went back into the repair shop and act as this encounter didn’t happen.]       is your house close by? you know—i’m sorry    ..about your umbrella.      [eyes fall shut, and he can feel himself lose a grasp of himself once more before he tries to nail himself back onto the floor.]

      to say she was taken aback by the attitude she got,  her eyebrows furrowing together as she listened.  she wanted to get a word in -- to explain that was just passing by and had seen him .. but he seemed to be  engulfed in his own feelings.    so she waited, quietly, letting him throw insults and accusations at her.  she could take it on the chin with a smile, she's done so before   -- countless times , even.   the punctured wound in her heart is just something she has to deal with later.      prince sighed and simply closed the umbrella,  letting it hang in her hands.  ``   gotten it all off your chest?   ``  she asked with a patient smile, head tilted to the side.   ``    I  was just walking past ..  I saw a person crouched down at the side of the road, so I came over to see if he was okay .    ``   she explained,  shrugging her shoulders.  she places a hand over her eyes as a shield,  blocking the rain from her vision.   ``  I won't press you for information,  and I won't expect you to tell me anything.  but .. can I at least help take your mind off it?   I'm pretty good at talking about nothing..   ``  she  offered,   soaked hair now clinging to her forehead.   she lifted a hand and gingerly picked at the clothes clinging to her body.    ``     can we go inside?  you could come to mine --    it's  a change if scenery at least.     .. and there's nothing racing wise in there.  It's just a boring house.     ``