Oh fucking course Blitzø had to make a comment about the accidental sound that squawked out. Honestly, he would have preferred the laughter over the sly smirk the imp was giving him.
"Maso-?! Blitz! That wasn- Its not what you- I- It tickled!" Stolas sputtered feeling royally embarrassed by the whole situation.
He was most grateful that Alastor either; didn't know or choose not to acknowledge his little slip up and changed the subject which the goetia gladly jumped on to. Anything to distract him from the burning humiliation that seared his cheeks. Turning to look back at Alastor, he cleared his throat awkwardly.
"H-how fascinating. It wouldn't by chance be holy in any fashion, would it? I don't think I need to inform you that demonic energy and that of the angelic don't mix very well." Stolas lets out a nervous chuckle.
Which was cut off sharply as he flinched at the deer's touch. His wounds were still raw and sensitive. Stolas' eyes flickered nervously over to the imp who was still present to study the look on his face. This wasn't the first time Stolas had been banged up, but for some reason this time it felt different. Fighting off the lingering threads of his lucid dream, alone and broken in that empty sterile hospital room the owl tore his eyes away. The bandages fell away to expose a patch of disturbed feathers, bent and snapped quills poking out. The stab wound to his shoulder was deep, through and through, requiring several stitches to sow the hole right up.
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"Maso-?! Blitz! That wasn- Its not what you- I- It tickled!" Stolas sputtered feeling royally embarrassed by the whole situation.
He was most grateful that Alastor either; didn't know or choose not to acknowledge his little slip up and changed the subject which the goetia gladly jumped on to. Anything to distract him from the burning humiliation that seared his cheeks. Turning to look back at Alastor, he cleared his throat awkwardly.
"H-how fascinating. It wouldn't by chance be holy in any fashion, would it? I don't think I need to inform you that demonic energy and that of the angelic don't mix very well." Stolas lets out a nervous chuckle.
Which was cut off sharply as he flinched at the deer's touch. His wounds were still raw and sensitive. Stolas' eyes flickered nervously over to the imp who was still present to study the look on his face. This wasn't the first time Stolas had been banged up, but for some reason this time it felt different. Fighting off the lingering threads of his lucid dream, alone and broken in that empty sterile hospital room the owl tore his eyes away. The bandages fell away to expose a patch of disturbed feathers, bent and snapped quills poking out. The stab wound to his shoulder was deep, through and through, requiring several stitches to sow the hole right up.