One of them seemed to be holding some bandages.

A second later, a white glow shined out of the alleyway as yelling was heard.

-@bombastic-blast

Kind of in a bad mood right now. Blitz is still feeling the bitter taste of yesterday in his throat, now only powered by rage and coffee. Word has it there’s a pest of sort sneaking around his turf again, and he’s not having any of it today.

He scans the streets, cigarette alight in his scowl glowing through the fog. And as Blitzer walks, the sounds of a ruckus make him stop before a corner… Until–

“ Eh?… Fuck’s goin'on over here..? ”

They both looked up at Blitz for a second in shock before the second one started talking.

“Um, sorry?”

“ ”Sorry”? You’re sorry..? Who d'ya brats think you are, screwin'round these parts o'town? ”

He bites down on his cigarette, huffing out smoke between his teeth… No, his fangs.

“ … Settin'off… ”

The shady bombhead slows, red eyes narrowing in thought.

“ …Flashbangs..?? ”

What… Was all of that light and yelling about..? Now, both curious AND angry, Baltimore leans forwards, looming over threateningly.

“Trust me, that has nothing to do with us.”

The second guy started to pull the first one away from Blitz.

“Let’s get out of here. It’s obvious that this guy doesn’t want us here.”

The second guy started trying to run off with the first one.

“ … Tch. ”

Blitz lets them. Standing upright again, folding both arms behind his back as he glares down impatiently.

“ Ain’t only me who don'want ya here. ”

Huh.

“ …Hellooo? Someone still back there? ”

Without thinking, he wedges his shiny head around the corner– Immediately squinting to protect his eyes from this hellish light.

“ Eugh… The FU–!? ”

Large white glowing wing outlines were spread out from his back, adding to the glowing that Lior’s eyes were already causing.

He was reaching out his hands in any random direction on the ground as he took panicked breaths.

“ Hm..? ”

Cannot say he’s feeling too helpful right now, but Blitz tries talking to it anyway.

“ HEY, GLOWSTICK! Cut tha'shit OUT, WILL ya?! ”

“I’ll try…”

He moved his hands onto his face and tried to get himself to close his eyes as he curled up.

… Back it up. So, they can talk? Alright. Now- Baltimore can face them without it burning his retinas.

And, he stops. Stalling in place, caught off guard by the sight. For a moment or more, Blitz just stands there, unsure. …

Until all that can come to mind, is-

“… God damn. ” The golden bombhead draws some more smoke, finishing the cigar.

“My powers… For some reason, I lose control of them when my eyes are open…”

He brushed a finger under his eye for a second in thought, unsure if this person would be ok with him asking.

“ … Powers, you say, huh… ”

Chewing on what little bit’s remained of his cig, Baltimore stares off in thought…

“ –Yeaaa, nope, I got nothin’. Think you can uh, i'unno, hold it in or somethin’? ”

For starters, Blitz is still wondering if he should help them at all… Last time Blitz ran into another bombhead, although it went over fine, he found out what good old Whitmore truly thought of him soon enough.

He squeezed his eyes shut, then sat up, holding his hands over his eyes.

“Ugh, those jerks… Taking my bandages out of nowhere…”

He spits the cigarette out, then decides to test the waters some, to get a feel of what he's dealing with.

can you lift a truck miranda.

can you lift a truck miranda.

One of them seemed to be holding some bandages.

A second later, a white glow shined out of the alleyway as yelling was heard.

-@bombastic-blast

Kind of in a bad mood right now. Blitz is still feeling the bitter taste of yesterday in his throat, now only powered by rage and coffee. Word has it there’s a pest of sort sneaking around his turf again, and he’s not having any of it today.

He scans the streets, cigarette alight in his scowl glowing through the fog. And as Blitzer walks, the sounds of a ruckus make him stop before a corner… Until–

“ Eh?… Fuck’s goin'on over here..? ”

They both looked up at Blitz for a second in shock before the second one started talking.

“Um, sorry?”

“ ”Sorry”? You’re sorry..? Who d'ya brats think you are, screwin'round these parts o'town? ”

He bites down on his cigarette, huffing out smoke between his teeth… No, his fangs.

“ … Settin'off… ”

The shady bombhead slows, red eyes narrowing in thought.

“ …Flashbangs..?? ”

What… Was all of that light and yelling about..? Now, both curious AND angry, Baltimore leans forwards, looming over threateningly.

“Trust me, that has nothing to do with us.”

The second guy started to pull the first one away from Blitz.

“Let’s get out of here. It’s obvious that this guy doesn’t want us here.”

The second guy started trying to run off with the first one.

“ … Tch. ”

Blitz lets them. Standing upright again, folding both arms behind his back as he glares down impatiently.

“ Ain’t only me who don'want ya here. ”

Huh.

“ …Hellooo? Someone still back there? ”

Without thinking, he wedges his shiny head around the corner– Immediately squinting to protect his eyes from this hellish light.

“ Eugh… The FU–!? ”

Large white glowing wing outlines were spread out from his back, adding to the glowing that Lior’s eyes were already causing.

He was reaching out his hands in any random direction on the ground as he took panicked breaths.

“ Hm..? ”

Cannot say he’s feeling too helpful right now, but Blitz tries talking to it anyway.

“ HEY, GLOWSTICK! Cut tha'shit OUT, WILL ya?! ”

“I’ll try…”

He moved his hands onto his face and tried to get himself to close his eyes as he curled up.

… Back it up. So, they can talk? Alright. Now- Baltimore can face them without it burning his retinas.

And, he stops. Stalling in place, caught off guard by the sight. For a moment or more, Blitz just stands there, unsure. …

Until all that can come to mind, is-

“… God damn. ” The golden bombhead draws some more smoke, finishing the cigar.

“My powers… For some reason, I lose control of them when my eyes are open…”

He brushed a finger under his eye for a second in thought, unsure if this person would be ok with him asking.

" ... Powers, you say, huh... "

Chewing on what little bit's remained of his cig, Baltimore stares off in thought...

" --Yeaaa, nope, I got nothin'. Think you can uh, i'unno, hold it in or somethin'? "

For starters, Blitz is still wondering if he should help them at all... Last time Blitz ran into another bombhead, although it went over fine, he found out what good old Whitmore truly thought of him soon enough.

One of them seemed to be holding some bandages.

A second later, a white glow shined out of the alleyway as yelling was heard.

-@bombastic-blast

Kind of in a bad mood right now. Blitz is still feeling the bitter taste of yesterday in his throat, now only powered by rage and coffee. Word has it there’s a pest of sort sneaking around his turf again, and he’s not having any of it today.

He scans the streets, cigarette alight in his scowl glowing through the fog. And as Blitzer walks, the sounds of a ruckus make him stop before a corner… Until–

“ Eh?… Fuck’s goin'on over here..? ”

They both looked up at Blitz for a second in shock before the second one started talking.

“Um, sorry?”

“ ”Sorry”? You’re sorry..? Who d'ya brats think you are, screwin'round these parts o'town? ”

He bites down on his cigarette, huffing out smoke between his teeth… No, his fangs.

“ … Settin'off… ”

The shady bombhead slows, red eyes narrowing in thought.

“ …Flashbangs..?? ”

What… Was all of that light and yelling about..? Now, both curious AND angry, Baltimore leans forwards, looming over threateningly.

“Trust me, that has nothing to do with us.”

The second guy started to pull the first one away from Blitz.

“Let’s get out of here. It’s obvious that this guy doesn’t want us here.”

The second guy started trying to run off with the first one.

“ … Tch. ”

Blitz lets them. Standing upright again, folding both arms behind his back as he glares down impatiently.

“ Ain’t only me who don'want ya here. ”

Huh.

“ …Hellooo? Someone still back there? ”

Without thinking, he wedges his shiny head around the corner– Immediately squinting to protect his eyes from this hellish light.

“ Eugh… The FU–!? ”

Large white glowing wing outlines were spread out from his back, adding to the glowing that Lior’s eyes were already causing.

He was reaching out his hands in any random direction on the ground as he took panicked breaths.

“ Hm..? ”

Cannot say he’s feeling too helpful right now, but Blitz tries talking to it anyway.

“ HEY, GLOWSTICK! Cut tha'shit OUT, WILL ya?! ”

“I’ll try…”

He moved his hands onto his face and tried to get himself to close his eyes as he curled up.

... Back it up. So, they can talk? Alright. Now- Baltimore can face them without it burning his retinas.

And, he stops. Stalling in place, caught off guard by the sight. For a moment or more, Blitz just stands there, unsure. ...

Until all that can come to mind, is-

"... God damn. " The golden bombhead draws some more smoke, finishing the cigar.

One of them seemed to be holding some bandages.

A second later, a white glow shined out of the alleyway as yelling was heard.

-@bombastic-blast

Kind of in a bad mood right now. Blitz is still feeling the bitter taste of yesterday in his throat, now only powered by rage and coffee. Word has it there’s a pest of sort sneaking around his turf again, and he’s not having any of it today.

He scans the streets, cigarette alight in his scowl glowing through the fog. And as Blitzer walks, the sounds of a ruckus make him stop before a corner… Until–

“ Eh?… Fuck’s goin'on over here..? ”

They both looked up at Blitz for a second in shock before the second one started talking.

“Um, sorry?”

“ ”Sorry”? You’re sorry..? Who d'ya brats think you are, screwin'round these parts o'town? ”

He bites down on his cigarette, huffing out smoke between his teeth… No, his fangs.

“ … Settin'off… ”

The shady bombhead slows, red eyes narrowing in thought.

“ …Flashbangs..?? ”

What… Was all of that light and yelling about..? Now, both curious AND angry, Baltimore leans forwards, looming over threateningly.

“Trust me, that has nothing to do with us.”

The second guy started to pull the first one away from Blitz.

“Let’s get out of here. It’s obvious that this guy doesn’t want us here.”

The second guy started trying to run off with the first one.

“ … Tch. ”

Blitz lets them. Standing upright again, folding both arms behind his back as he glares down impatiently.

“ Ain’t only me who don'want ya here. ”

Huh.

“ …Hellooo? Someone still back there? ”

Without thinking, he wedges his shiny head around the corner– Immediately squinting to protect his eyes from this hellish light.

“ Eugh… The FU–!? ”

Large white glowing wing outlines were spread out from his back, adding to the glowing that Lior’s eyes were already causing.

He was reaching out his hands in any random direction on the ground as he took panicked breaths.

" Hm..? "

Cannot say he's feeling too helpful right now, but Blitz tries talking to it anyway.

" HEY, GLOWSTICK! Cut tha'shit OUT, WILL ya?! "

“ do you want to share this ? ”

" y'wanted ta try a ~new flavor~ o'sumn n'realized ya don'like it again din'cha~? " asks the motherfucker who actually does exactly that every time he finds a new monster energy.

                    ˚◞♡ ⃗  “ whaaaaat ? can ’ t a girl share a shake with her sweetheart ? ” the purple demoness playfully pouted , before offering up a lopsided smile to blitz . “ ‘sides , it ’ s not that i don ’ t like it … i just think it would taste better if i shared it with you ! ”

miranda giggled and twirled the straw toward her golden partner ( were they even together ? she was still figuring it out . ) she brushed her thumb against his jaw and pressed a small kiss to his cheek before looking at him in mock terror .

" Ha, haha... ah. " His chuckle starts out strong, yet flutters away with the wind. He's still getting used to all this himself.

" Wha-? Nah, 'course she can, dawlin'... "

Blitz hums as her inky lips imprint onto his face, not minding it in the slightest. Looking away, the bombhead hesitates before taking hold of the straw, subtly- But not too subtly licking off the traces of Miranda's lipstick from the tip.

One of them seemed to be holding some bandages.

A second later, a white glow shined out of the alleyway as yelling was heard.

-@bombastic-blast

Kind of in a bad mood right now. Blitz is still feeling the bitter taste of yesterday in his throat, now only powered by rage and coffee. Word has it there’s a pest of sort sneaking around his turf again, and he’s not having any of it today.

He scans the streets, cigarette alight in his scowl glowing through the fog. And as Blitzer walks, the sounds of a ruckus make him stop before a corner… Until–

“ Eh?… Fuck’s goin'on over here..? ”

They both looked up at Blitz for a second in shock before the second one started talking.

“Um, sorry?”

“ ”Sorry”? You’re sorry..? Who d'ya brats think you are, screwin'round these parts o'town? ”

He bites down on his cigarette, huffing out smoke between his teeth… No, his fangs.

“ … Settin'off… ”

The shady bombhead slows, red eyes narrowing in thought.

“ …Flashbangs..?? ”

What… Was all of that light and yelling about..? Now, both curious AND angry, Baltimore leans forwards, looming over threateningly.

“Trust me, that has nothing to do with us.”

The second guy started to pull the first one away from Blitz.

“Let’s get out of here. It’s obvious that this guy doesn’t want us here.”

The second guy started trying to run off with the first one.

“ … Tch. ”

Blitz lets them. Standing upright again, folding both arms behind his back as he glares down impatiently.

“ Ain’t only me who don'want ya here. ”

Huh.

" ...Hellooo? Someone still back there? "

Without thinking, he wedges his shiny head around the corner-- Immediately squinting to protect his eyes from this hellish light.

" Eugh... The FU--!? "

One of them seemed to be holding some bandages.

A second later, a white glow shined out of the alleyway as yelling was heard.

-@bombastic-blast

Kind of in a bad mood right now. Blitz is still feeling the bitter taste of yesterday in his throat, now only powered by rage and coffee. Word has it there’s a pest of sort sneaking around his turf again, and he’s not having any of it today.

He scans the streets, cigarette alight in his scowl glowing through the fog. And as Blitzer walks, the sounds of a ruckus make him stop before a corner… Until–

“ Eh?… Fuck’s goin'on over here..? ”

They both looked up at Blitz for a second in shock before the second one started talking.

“Um, sorry?”

“ ”Sorry”? You’re sorry..? Who d'ya brats think you are, screwin'round these parts o'town? ”

He bites down on his cigarette, huffing out smoke between his teeth… No, his fangs.

“ … Settin'off… ”

The shady bombhead slows, red eyes narrowing in thought.

“ …Flashbangs..?? ”

What… Was all of that light and yelling about..? Now, both curious AND angry, Baltimore leans forwards, looming over threateningly.

“Trust me, that has nothing to do with us.”

The second guy started to pull the first one away from Blitz.

“Let’s get out of here. It’s obvious that this guy doesn’t want us here.”

The second guy started trying to run off with the first one.

" ... Tch. "

Blitz lets them. Standing upright again, folding both arms behind his back as he glares down impatiently.

" Ain't only me who don'want ya here. "

One of them seemed to be holding some bandages.

A second later, a white glow shined out of the alleyway as yelling was heard.

-@bombastic-blast

Kind of in a bad mood right now. Blitz is still feeling the bitter taste of yesterday in his throat, now only powered by rage and coffee. Word has it there's a pest of sort sneaking around his turf again, and he's not having any of it today.

He scans the streets, cigarette alight in his scowl glowing through the fog. And as Blitzer walks, the sounds of a ruckus make him stop before a corner... Until--

" Eh?... Fuck's goin'on over here..? "

They both looked up at Blitz for a second in shock before the second one started talking.

“Um, sorry?”

" ”Sorry”? You're sorry..? Who d'ya brats think you are, screwin'round these parts o'town? "

He bites down on his cigarette, huffing out smoke between his teeth... No, his fangs.

" ... Settin'off... "

The shady bombhead slows, red eyes narrowing in thought.

" ...Flashbangs..?? "

What... Was all of that light and yelling about..? Now, both curious AND angry, Baltimore leans forwards, looming over threateningly.