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the outfit you’re wearing rn is what you’re wearing when an angel possesses you to do the lords work but instead falls in gay love with a hunter and wears that outfit for the next 15 years, what are you wearing?

Blitz probably should have been paying attention to his surroundings. He hadn't been at all reassured by Vaggie being a lesbian, because lesbians were excellent people who also made incredibly badass warriors. When he saw that she really wasn't making any effort to keep Angel against his will, or prevent him from having company though, Blitz had given her a sudden grin and a nod before going off with him to his room. And his room, his room would tell Blitz so much about Angel, if he just looked...

But he was completely in-fucking-capable of looking, because there was a tiny little pig there. Screw Angel, Blitz was in love. He immediately crouched down, slinging the shotgun over his back, and hunched as much as he could to be on the piggie's level.

"Hey there, little fella!" Blitz said, his heart already melting, his plan forgotten, his romantic feelings abandoned. The only thing that mattered right now was this precious little piglet. Already purring, tail already hinting at swishing, Blitz held out a bare hand to let the little guy sniff it. Hellpigs were cute, fuck, they were so fucking cute, but they were also every bit as smart as Earth-pigs, from what Blitz understood, if not smarter. They couldn't be expected to just be okay with everyone around them. They had personalities, thoughts, emotions, and he didn't want to bulldoze over the little guy. Giving him time to sniff, time to decide how to react to the imp? That felt like the best way to go. Voice warm and gentle, smiling, Blitz added, "My name's Blitz. I'm here to try and woo your dad. But I'd like to be your friend, if you're up for that."

A week. A week. An entire fucking week. Angel was a lot of things, but patient was certainly not on that list. He didn't really understand why they would even need a week to process things, when they were kissing and confessing and being absolutely vulnerable with each other. The feelings were clearly there, weren't they? Unless him being so vulnerable had scared the imp away. That could absolutely be the case. Angel Dust knew he could come on too strong.

But, begrudgingly, he had agreed. And it was the longest week of his fucking afterlife. He'd been working ridiculous hours, Valentino trying to keep him away from the hotel as much as possible. He had a feeling that Val knew that Angel was seeing someone - Vox had cameras all over Pentagram City. But he worked through the drugged up, poisoned stupor, coming home and curling up and sleeping knowing that it was one day closer.

Though the closer that the day got, the less excited, and the more anxious he got. They hadn't even discussed anything like a meeting place. Were they going to have a phone call? A video chat? Should he go to the I.M.P. office and try to meet Blitz there? His mind was spinning a million miles a minute, and he didn't even have drugs to numb out his thoughts. Val's poison didn't count - he was trying so hard to be sober, but that was out of his control.

Then the day finally arrived and.....nothing happened. No text, no phone call, no Imp Charming come to sweep him off his feet. Angel had even dressed rather cute for the occasion, wanting to make a good impression. He was starting to think he had been ghosted. It would make sense, honestly. Blitz had probably just been being polite, and decided he needed a week to break it off before it even begun. He probably wouldn't be able to handle dating a literal sex worker with mountains of baggage.

His knees had been drawn to his chest, Fat Nuggets trying to nuzzle him, when he had heard the commotion downstairs. Heard Vaggie yelling his name. He blinked, pushing himself off the bed and heading down from his room, stopping halfway down the stairs as his eyes lit up. "Blitz." Before narrowing slightly with worry, seeing the weapons drawn towards each other. "....are yeh' fuckin'...f' Satan's sake..."

He moved over to the imp, heels clicking across the lobby floor, before he smiled and tossed an arm around Vaggie's shoulders, the fallen angel shooting him a completely exhausted look. "Vaggie, babe, this is Blitz. Blitz, this is Vaggie. Yeh' don't got t' worry about her, she's a lesbian." He laughed, giving the Latina a squeeze before smiling softly at Blitz. "Yeh'....wanna go talk in my room? It's a bit more private."

Vaggie rolled her eyes, Angel holding his upper hands up in defense. "Calm down, Vag! It ain't like that. Yet." He smirked, before nodding towards Blitz. He wanted to take his hand, desperately, but he also didn't want to do anything until they talked. Didn't want to get his hopes up. So instead he is simply shooting a grin over his shoulder at the shorter man. "Come on, my room ain't too far down th' hall." He would be running there if it didn't make him look desperate, though he certainly got there quick, to the door covered in polaroids of him with people he loved. Blitz was definitely up there.

Pushing the door open to reveal the most absolutely Angel Dust coded room ever. Bright neons and purples. Lots of fluff and fur. Giant posters of himself from past performances, posters of Valentino, more polaroids, a huge heart vanity in the corner, and - "Nuggies!" Angel laughed, scooping up the Hellpig and nuzzling into him, before kicking the door closed behind the imp once he entered. "Nuggets, this is Blitz." He nodded, setting the pig down again, watching him saunter over to circle the other's feet, sniffing and investigating.