Starting up an Apology Tour

[helluvaboss]

For all of his improvements made over the past year-or-so... Blitzø is still a troubled man and more importantly, any improvements on his part haven't repaired the burned bridges left behind him.

Even apologies already doled out were only the beginning of making amends. He had a long, long way to go.


Now if only it wasn't so overwhelming and scary to actually make those leaps.

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Alastor

[helluvaboss]

The first stop was the most egregious and recent harm he'd done and left unaddressed. Millie had done the kindness of calling ahead - he had no idea if she mentioned what was happening or not - for now he was stuck pacing, clutching an instrument case in his arms. Maybe that was a stupid idea, but fuck, he never replaced it in Reverein, so what if it was a dream instrument or whatever? And he has no idea what instrument it was, but he went out and bought it and he wasn't gonna go return it unless it got thrown in his face. Damn, it probably totally was gonna get thrown in his face.

Every fiber of Blitzø's being wanted to take off and call it quits, avoid this confrontation, avoid getting someone yelling in his face when he definitely fucked up. But he promised, and he felt fucking awful in retrospect, so he just-- paced like a stressed out cat. "Shit, this is such a bad idea," he blurted out anxiously.

[ninefunerals]

The phone call was amicable enough, but she mentioned bringing a +1. It was the least she could do, rather than build surprise upon surprise.

She watched him begin to pace as she knocked on the door. Then she fished a little ginger candy from her pocket, unwrapped it-

"It'll be alright, just take a big breath! I think you're doin' a really good thing."

Into her mouth the candy goes. Millie was here as mediator, cheerleader... insurance, maybe? She could possibly break up a fight if needed, but she was sure it wouldn't come down to that, especially if the boys weren't stupid about things.

And they won't be stupid about things. Right?

[lonelysmiles]

It was for the best that Millie had decided to call ahead to let him know that she was coming by. Alastor had been in full "Radio Demon Mode", plotting and preparing for one last overlord culling (hopefully) before Nautilus decided to finally get fucking on with it.

He'd snapped himself back to normal, neatly pressed and presentable for company. The fact that she'd mentioned a "plus one" implied that it wasn't Moxxie and whomever was with her might upset him. He wanted to look his best for a potential confrontation.

He left the workroom he'd modified to have the way into his personal library stitched into the back wall. He shut the door, assuming that Millie would at least respect the idea of closed doors. He wanted this to be over with quickly.

Putting his game face on, he teleported down to his front door and opened it. He kept his face in a pleasant smile even as internally he groaned at Blitzo's appearance.

Once upon a time, he'd thought themselves friends. He'd been very wrong, but he'd done his best to keep up the pleasantries around the kids...at least until the kids had given him a reason to avoid them as well.

"Good afternoon, my dear! Ah, so this is your plus one! I had a strong feeling it wouldn't be Moxxie. It's been quite some time, Blitzo. Come in, come in. Make yourselves comfortable. May I offer you two something to drink?"

Polite, respectful. Be the gracious host until they'd said their piece and left.

[helluvaboss]

At the invitation and offer of a drink, Blitzø let out a strained, painfully awkward laugh. Oh no. He's even MORE of an asshole. Shit. What's polite?? Turn it down because you're a shit-head?? Or accept so you're not being MORE of a shit-head???

"Err, anything's fine?"

Does he start doling out apologies now?? Can he get to the point??? Or will that piss Alastor off??? Fuck, why didn't he even think about etiquette or whatever!!

[ninefunerals]

Millie raised her hand in a wave in greeting, the perpetual ball of sunshine before the solar storm and knives.

"Thanks for seein' us, big guy! I think I leave it to dealer's choice. You know I'm cuttin' down on... my sugar." She added an 'aw shucks' fingersnap for emphasis.

As she stepped in, a hand was at the small of Blitzø's back to nuuuudge him in alongside her. Give it a minute, get a drink, then the talking. That's the ticket.

[lonelysmiles]

Alastor nodded his head, understanding that Blitzo didn't seem to be in the know about her being in a family way. "I've some lemon and ginger tea if you'd like it. Blitzo, you look like you could do with something stronger."

Which given how scared Blitzo had looked when they'd fought did not bode well. At all.

He motioned them into his living room with the nonsensical fireplace and the radio resting on the mantle as he headed towards the stairs.

"I'll go get your drinks. If you need something right away, just place your hand on the radio and call my name. It's like speaking directly into my ear."

They likely wanted to strategize, and he would resist the urge to eavesdrop if only to be a proper host.

[helluvaboss]

Well! Once Alastor's off for the moment, Blitzø hurriedly shout-whispers at Millie, clutching his head and trying not to freak out. "Shit!! Now what?? Do I just-- get to the point, or is that super asshole-y, or what do I do??"

[ninefunerals]

Holy moly... alright. Shop talk time. She raised her hands in a placating motion.

"It's clear he knows somethin' is up. I think if you wanted to talk about what happened, then you should go for it. But the important thing is to not keep it short n' vague. Remember what you told me, okay...? Just tell him what you told me, what happened and how it made you feel, and what drove you to do what you did in kind. It's not an excuse, but an explanation. I'll try and keep things mellow."

[helluvaboss]

"Well I don't want him thinking I'm saying it's his fuckin' fault or anything cause it was definitely me that fucked up!"

[ninefunerals]

She really wished she'd asked what was said, but that was... really... not her place.

Millie hopped down from her seat and moved on over, took his head in her hands.

"Then you've got what you need to say. 'I messed up, and here's how I messed up'. What makes an apology genuine is to break down the mistake and what you'll do to make it up to the person, and never forget the sorry. Okay? The hard part's done. You came here and he didn't shut the door in your face. That's progress."

[helluvaboss]

Breathe, breathe, Millie's right, he can do this, there's progress-- wait.

"Fuck! What the shit can I actually do to make it up?? I mean, I'll figure it out, I just have no fucking clue!"

[ninefunerals]

"Well, there's stuff like... this." She gestured around them.

"The guy's real friendly, but... he spends so much of his time here. He could use the company. There's also just askin'. Maybe he won't give you an answer immediately, but there's always somethin' you can do to prove you're sincere and wanna make amends, no matter how little."

[helluvaboss]

"Fuck! Okay, okay. Smart. You're fuckin' smart. Game face on. I got this. I got this," Blitzø leaned back a little, smacking his own cheeks and trying to hype himself up. Just, apologize, get it through straightforwardly, say 'hey I wanna make it up to you' - easy, definitely, that's all.

Fizzarolli

[helluvaboss]

While he had already made his particularly important apology to Fizz, actually rebuilding the old friendship would take more time and effort.

So... hey, it's probably been a while since Fizz has gotten to hang out wherever he wants without being on a tight schedule and under Mammon's thumb and all that shit. And Blitzø can shoot a motherfucker that Tries in the face if it comes down to it.

He doesn't have Fizz's current number yet, so Blitzø takes the easier route - marching up to Asmodeus' castle, slipping past the guards and finding a window open on a higher floor that he can scramble in through. Time to kidnap a little froggie!

[jizzarolli]

Ever since he quit his role as Mammon's top bitch, the ex-clown was working as a performer and host at Ozzie's. One of the many perks being the boyfriend of one of the Kings of Hell. It was a great gig, better than anything Mammon could offer. He still got to do what he loved, entertain. But on his terms. One thing he loved about Ozzie is that he respected his boundaries...

Now, if only a certain off-again-on-again best friend of his got the memo then things would be peachy... As it was, Blitzø's invasion went unnoticed for the other imp was preoccupied with... preparations for tonight when his rooster got back from his factory inspection. Fizz may have sent him a sneak peek text to give the big bird incentive to hurry his tail feathers home. Putting on the final touches in front of his large vanity, he chuckled to himself just as the sound of someone entering their bedroom caught his attention. My my, that was fast~ Guess the sexy text really worked.

"Oh OzZZzie~" Fizz purred as the first thing Blitzø saw snaking around the open doorway were the jester's mechanical arms. Then rounding the corner came the rest of him and Blitz got an eyeful of his best friend dressed as a very revealing sexy bee, complete with a jar of honey tucked under one arm. "Tonight I wazz thinking we coul-WHAT THE FUCK?!"

The smile on Fizz's face disappeared seeing that it was not his prince who had walked on in and he quickly dropped the jar to wrap his arms around himself to preserve some sense of modesty.

"BLITZ! What the hell are you doing here? How did you even get in?!"

[helluvaboss]

"The window!" Blitzø answered immediately and completely sincerely, snapping his fingers. "I'm pretty good at parkour and scaling walls still. Pretty neat, huh? Swanky place."

Far less likely to rag on someone for sleeping somewhere ritzy, now - he's really settled into his own new 'swanky' home. "Was wondering if you wanted to go out for drinks! My treat? So we can actually catch up without being in peril and all that - but I'll still be strapped so don't worry about that part."

[jizzarolli]

Fizz's eyes flatten as he stared daggers into Blitzø. Oh, they needed better security.

"Does it look like I'm dressed to go out? If you didn't noticed, I have plans tonight." He snorts as one of his arms stretched out across the room to robe a robe to pull over his shoulders. "You should have called or sent a texted first. What if I was in the middle of it when you decided to drop on in?"

[helluvaboss]

"I see people fuckin' all the time! Besides, you never gave me your number so this is the next best thing instead of doing the run-around with all the employees here and getting the dirty side-eyes over and over again."

[jizzarolli]

"I'm afraid to ask why that is... You know what? I don't care. I don't want to know." Fizz waves his hands in the air to clear him of the thought. "Though I guess you're right, I never did give you my number. Here, give it here. I'll put it in for you so you don't have to crawl through our God damn window again."

[helluvaboss]

"Fuck yeah. I'm gonna send you all my favorite pics," Blitzø passed his phone over easily, tail swishing in satisfaction. "I got this REAL cute one where Loonie and Via are both up with massive bed-head in the morning drinking coffee, they look like twins, it's the cutest shit. Then there's the cute latte art at this place I go to, oh, and this one other bar has the NICEST fucking cocktails even if they cost a bitch and a half--"

[jizzarolli]

Fizz took the offered phone in input his number, listening to his friend gush about his new life. He sounded... happy. He couldn't remember the last time his heard a smile in his voice. Seems like both of their lives have changed for the better. He was... glad.

"Sounds like you and your princy figured your shit out. I'm... happy for you." Fizz hands him the phone back with a sigh. "Fuuuck... I'll text Ozzie to tell him there's been a slight change of plans. Let me change and we can hang out."

[helluvaboss]

"Fuck yeah! I'll tell you all about my kids and how I met them and everything. And you gotta spill on what you've been up to, too!"

Blitzø didn't exactly move to leave the room though - completely unobservant of any of Fizz's privacy.

[jizzarolli]

After shooting a quick text to Ozzie he gave Blitzø a quick eye roll before stepping behind his vanity for a little privacy. It took him a little bit of work to peel off his outfit despite the lack of material it had but once it was off, it was quick work to pull on his everyday clothes. Though it had changed from the frills. No more constrictive neck ruffles for him.

Stepping back out to rejoin Blitzø, he shot him a grin. "Yeah, yeah, you can tell me all about them. Can hardly believe you're a father now. They got a baby sitter tonight?"

[helluvaboss]

"They're with Stolas right now so they're gonna be fine. And if they're not, I know who they're all dating so I know which doors to break in first."

Hopefully that was a joke...

"You're lookin' way more comfortable than I've seen you in years. Looks good on ya."

[jizzarolli]

"Oh, right, your better half. Does he know your out hanging with me tonight?"

Yeah, not going to touch on him breaking into other people's homes. After what he saw here tonight, he would place good money they he really would do it.

"Yeah well... Mammon was the one who controlled what I wore. Now that I don't work for that prick, I can dress how ever the fuck I want." Fizz absent mindedly tugged at the hem of his crop top. "For so long he made me ashamed of my scars. But Ozz.. he's different."