[Another month, another full moon! And Blitzø's in a decent mood - they got paid decently for their recent job, bills are handled for the month, so the imp feels perfectly fine wandering in with a couple cups of hellbucks coffee and his pockets full of lube and condoms.]
[It was already that special time of month and the Goetic Prince could be found in his room. He had just gotten back from a trip down in Lust for his own... personal reasons. While his original purpose to the visit was unsuccessful, he did however stumble upon an interesting tome to be added to his library. Within its pages housed great knowledge of the realm, but what caught his attention were the spells. Nothing like this appeared between the pages of his Grimoire.
By the time the imp arrived, Stolas was standing by his bookshelf hooting excitedly as he toyed with the magical insignia. Invoking this magic caused the owl's own aura to change color, shifting the azure hues to sinful pinks. The goetia was so enthralled that he didn't realize that he had a visitor in his boudoir.]
[Ohhh, Stolas is fucking around with some horny magic, huh? Setting down the coffees, Blitzø quickly slid up to the lanky owl, grabbing and raking his claws over Stolas' hips.]
I see you're pre-gaming tonight, huh. Whatcha got there?
[Feeling claws run through his feather caused the owl to tremble. Oh, the man of the hour had arrived. Looking down at the imp, the prince gave him a smile as he reached down to stroke the white scar of his face with a tender hand.]
I guess you could say that. I found the most interesting book while on my last job. It has a polymorph spell where I can change my gender temporarily. I thought I might be fun to try out~ Then you could really fuck this 'bird pussy'.
[There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he pulled away, walking over to his bed side, book still in his talons.]
Says here I can modify my outward appearance to suit my preference. So Blitz~ [Stolas turned to perch himself on the edge of his bed, a glowing hand raised.] What shall it be? I'll let you decide.
[Slightly hamming it up, Blitzø followed Stolas to the bed, leaning over the bird and his book with an impish smile.]
I appreciate all body shapes and types. So you should pick... do you wanna try out getting your dick sucked? Or a fat clit? Maybe I can twist some perky nipples on some good feathery tits?
That all sounds good to me. So shuffle the deck, Stolas, and pick your cards.
[Oh? Wasn't that an enticing idea that had not crossed the goetic prince's mind. Being an avian demon he lacked certain body anatomy of other male hellborns had... Perhaps another time he would give himself the equipment to fuck his little imp. But tonight, the owl had a different plan.]
As you wish~
[With a flick of his talons, the glowing glyphs that made up the magical insignia shifted to his specific preferences. When he was done fiddling with the runes he stood up to stand in front of Blitzø waving his hand once more as the magic circle appeared beneath Stolas' feet. For an instant, the owl's form was engulfed by a veil of blinding flash of rosy light. Only to reappear moments later in a spray of twinkling sparks. Standing before the imp was a familiar face, with some added features. The feathers on the goetia's head were a bit longer, giving him, or rather her a short bob look. Though most notably was the clear feminine shape of his outline. With the newly added edition of 'white meat' to his torso, it emphasized the slenderness of his natural waist before meeting his thighs.
Well, that worked. Feeling pleased with himself, Stolas preens.]
So... How does it look? Does it meet your standards?
[Stolas was going to take that as the imp's seal of approval on his new look. Giving Blitzø a little turn so he could take it all in, the owl also gave himself a once over.]
There is one thing that the spell didn't take into account. With my new form my clothes are a little.... snug in places.
[Stolas took a step forward towards Blitzø, leaning over to rest his wrists on the imp's shoulders.]
[Recovering from the fire was... an ordeal. There was a lot of trauma, a lot of suffering and pain, but both Blitzø and Fizzarolli made it through the other side. Fizz was getting help with prosthetics from some crazy cool engineers in Lust, and Blitzø was hopping from gig to gig to help keep a roof over their heads and from debt piling up too much.
Somewhere in the midst of all the healing, Blitzø's unspoken confession was way too obvious and while it wasn't ever explicitly said, the two imps seemed to be into each other.
After losing a bodyguard gig with a pop star and getting out of jail with his meager means of paying bail, Blitzø is excited to zip home and slam his hands on the counter.]
[The road to recovery was a long and trying time. The fire had taken so much from them, things that they could never get back. Even after the flames had been extinguished, the scars of that happened remained. Some more obviously physical that some... The two only have each other to relay one now. A pair of broken clowns. Well, ex-clowns.
But through it all, Blitzø stood beside him. Thought never spoken aloud about the reasons why, the way the other imp doted on him, the little stolen glances that made Fizz's heart leap in his chest was clue enough for his best friend's intentions. Ooooor he could be way off base and was reading too much into things. Fuck. Fuckity fuckity fuck.
Despite Blitzø's best efforts to keep the two of them afloat, they needed money. Real money. The bills for Fizz's physical therapy were stacking up. And now, with the addition of getting good robotic limbs and not some cheapo back alley chop shop ones, it was going to bury them alive. Guilt twisted in the little imp's gut thinking about all the bullshit Blitzø had to go through for him. With him on the mend... it was about time he returned the favor...
Standing in the kitchen of their small little apartment, Fizz stared down at a letter on the counter. It bore the mark of the King of Greed himself, Mammon. Tentative machinal fingers toyed with the seal before Blitzø came barreling in. Startled, Fizz quickly hid the letter under a stack of old bills before turning around with a sigh.]
If its about moving to Wrath to open up a horse ranch again, my answer is still no.
C'mooooon, that's still one of my better ideas! But no, that wasn't the new idea.
[Blitzø laid across the table, overdramatic as always when he was excited.]
What iiiiiiif instead of getting into bullshit down here. I find a way to get me up there?
[He gestures vaguely! Oh no.]
See, while I was bodyguarding that fucking BITCH who didn't fucking GET me, there was a funny little thing we got to do... go up to the mortal world! Now, she only took me like once but those Asmo-whatever crystals work fucking perfectly.
And y'see, I've been practicing at the gun range all this time, gettin' to be a better and better shot - what if I take jobs from Sinners to go blow the heads off of mortals? Sinners are endless clientèle, ALWAYS with the grudges and the blah blah blah my sad life story shit! We just gotta get in good with this Asmodeus guy - anyone that works for that guy can get their crystal to head up whenever they want!
[Blitzø's dramatics got a slight chuckle from Fizz before he went off on his little tangent. With each word the smile on his face faded leaving behind a flat questioning stare.]
So, let me get this straight... [Fizz huffed, crossing his arms as he cocked out a hip to give the other imp a raised brow.] You want me to steal from one of the seven Deadly Sins so you can go murder fuckers topside?
['What if you tried out for a job?' Those words bathed him in a vat of ice. That nibbling guilt bit down hard on his gut and suddenly it was hard to breathe. His broken useless ass was dragging Blitzø down with him. Mooching off their friendship... Even the playful jabs did nothing to stop him from Fizz's downward spiraling.
Turning away sharply, Fizz gripped the front of his shirt, trying to force air into his lungs. Breathe Fizz, just breeze. After a moment, making sure that his voice wouldn't waver when he opened his mouth, he spoke.]
Accentually Blitz, I've been looking into getting a job myself. [Reluctantly, his robotic arm slithered across the counter to retrieved the hidden letter. Still with his back turned, he flashed the front to Blitzø where he could clearly see the smiling brand of Greed.] Got this in the mail today... I didn't know how to tell you.
[He's... not upset? Relief soothed his belly and it became easier to breathe again. Turning slightly, he smiled at the offered hand and he reached out to take it.]
Yeah, it is. [Fizz shifted to face Blitzø properly.] I've been thinking about accepting the gig, you know? If I get picked, this could be our chance to earn some money. Real money. No more you bustin' your ass at all these part time jobs. Wouldn't that be great?
Night clubs are fun! It's nice to go somewhere that no one knows you and just get shitfaced, make out with hot strangers, do whatever - Blitzo is having a blast eating and drinking way more than he should, picking popcorn and chicken wing out of his braces in between glugs of beelzejuice.
The Mammon concert fucking sucked, Fizz was too stressed out to hang out, dad's being a complete asshole and Barb's got a barb up her ass about something or other. Still, it'd be kinda nicer if he had someone to dance with that he knew, here.
What a rush it all was! For the first time it his young life, he dared to step a toe off his predestined path and snuck out of the palace. With his wedding day slowly approaching, the more he felt the door of his cage starting to shut. It terrified him. At first, he thought it might be fun, married life. But he had met his bride to be several times now and something about her rattled him. All he knew was he did not want to marry her. However... he knew he had no choice. He had responsibilities to perform, duties to fulfill. So just for tonight, he wanted to be free.
Also it gave him an excuse to try out some of the magic he had been learning! It might have cause quite the stir if an Ars Goetia was seen mingling down town with the less fortunate. So! With a dash of illusion magic, Stolas had transformed himself into an imp in an attempt to be 'low key'. Despite his best efforts he was still abnormally tall, standing a good feet above the largest of imps. And he was well dressed, in his black and silver trimmed button down coat and matching trousers. Definitely not the look of someone who was ready for a night of wild clubbing.
Taking in all the new sights and sounds of the club, he must of been standing in the way cause there came of rough push from behind and he staggered onto thw dance floor. Stolas tried to catch himself but before he could, the owl in disguise tripped head long into someone else, letting out a little hoot.
"Oh! I beg your pardon." Stolas braces himself on the imp's shoulders. "Are you alright?"
The shorter imp managed not to drop his drink, but some spilled onto the floor - with a laugh, he shrugged. "Party foul! I'm good, are you-- whoa. You're tall," Blitzo actually looked at who tripped into him and WOW.
...He was pretty cute, too.
"New around here? Wait. I'm not even from here, I wouldn't know."
Wait... he knows that face. While he's taller now, there was no mistaking that little flutter in his chest when he laid eyes on the imp. It was like the first time he saw him under the lights in the Big Top.
"Blitzo?" Color flooded his cheeks, eyes fluttering. "Is it really you?"
There was a pause as he looked the imp over, but them he beams brightly.
"Funny running into you after all these years. I never forget a face. You visiting Pride?"
Huh. He looked up the extremely tall imp, grinning as he eyeballed him. The voice seemed kind of familiar in how he spoke... but he couldn't fully place it. There was a vague tickling in the back of his mind, something insisting that there was definitely a memory, it just wasn't clicking.
"Well, I just needed a break from my old man - you know how it is," he winked, elbowing the not-quite-stranger in a friendly way. "Where'd I meet you? One too many drops off the tight rope make memory a pain, hah," he excused, tapping his forehead.
He nearly forgot that he wasn't sporting his usual appearance. Must be working quite well if Blitzø couldn't recognize him. Popping his head up, he scanned over the crowd to see if he could spot a more secluded location. Ah, there we are. Against the back wall Stolas noticed was looked like private rooms. What he failed to realize was the purpose of said rooms. Though the disheveled clientele as they exited should have been a sign.
Still with a grin on his fave, Stolas took the imp by the hand as he lead him to one of the vacant rooms. Inside looked like your usual VIP room with a large L shaped couch the boarder the parameter and a table neatly sat in the center. Though the air in the room was a bit musty...
Once the door was shut Stolas turned to Blitzø, letting his illusion to fall away to reveal only his face.
"It's me, Stolas. I had to get out of the palace for a bit. But a goetia walking around a club might rouse suspicions." He hoots to himself before waving his hand to disguise his face once more. "Don't you remember? I saw you preform at the circus and you came over to play on my birthday?"
Blitzo was stumbling over himself as he got carted off to the private rooms, a fierce heat rising to his cheeks - oh, okay uh, he didn't realize he'd been flirty last time but this guy WAS tall and really pretty so that made sense, and--
Despite the shitty room smelling like no one cleaned it recently enough, once the tall fella revealed himself and Blitzo laid eyes on the tall but definitely familiar face... he let out a surprised laugh.
"Whoa, holy shit-- yeah, I'm surprised you even remember me," he admitted - hoooopefully it wasn't because of the whole thing where he stole everything that wasn't nailed down but that wasn't the vibe he was getting, at least?? "Wow, you really shot straight up, huh?"
"Ohlf course I remember! How could I forget my first ever friend? I'll have you know that I have an excellent memory." Stolas gave Blitzø a warm smile.
It didn't seem by the owl's expression that there was any hard feelings from the time they played 'pirates' at the palace. Stolas held on to that day as a precious memory, even if his dad grew cross at him after the imp went home. However the grin on his face tightens at the next part. Unconsciously Stolas winced as the scene of the first time he had met his bride to be. The cold look in her eyes as she commented on how scrawny he was and his father echoing her sentiments as they laughed.
Forcing a smile, Stolas reached up to flatten his hair with an awkward hoot. "I suppose I did, didn't I? I think you were taller than me by a hair the last time. Now I'm skinny as a bean pole."
The stupid business only ever had two modes - completely boring and dead, or busy as fuck with last minute jobs. Blitzø had been bitching all day about getting tangled up in a job that was paying too well, how he was supposed to pick up Stolas, yadda yadda - Loona told him to shut the fuck up.
Unspoken was that she was going to go pick up Stolas herself. Sure, she wasn't some trained bodyguard or anything, and Stolas likely had a number of those anyway - but her dad was enough of a fuckup and she just did not want to work today anyway, so she waited to rendezvous with the Prince and waved once she saw him.
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By the time the imp arrived, Stolas was standing by his bookshelf hooting excitedly as he toyed with the magical insignia. Invoking this magic caused the owl's own aura to change color, shifting the azure hues to sinful pinks. The goetia was so enthralled that he didn't realize that he had a visitor in his boudoir.]
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I see you're pre-gaming tonight, huh. Whatcha got there?
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I guess you could say that. I found the most interesting book while on my last job. It has a polymorph spell where I can change my gender temporarily. I thought I might be fun to try out~ Then you could really fuck this 'bird pussy'.
[There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he pulled away, walking over to his bed side, book still in his talons.]
Says here I can modify my outward appearance to suit my preference. So Blitz~ [Stolas turned to perch himself on the edge of his bed, a glowing hand raised.] What shall it be? I'll let you decide.
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[Slightly hamming it up, Blitzø followed Stolas to the bed, leaning over the bird and his book with an impish smile.]
I appreciate all body shapes and types. So you should pick... do you wanna try out getting your dick sucked? Or a fat clit? Maybe I can twist some perky nipples on some good feathery tits?
That all sounds good to me. So shuffle the deck, Stolas, and pick your cards.
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As you wish~
[With a flick of his talons, the glowing glyphs that made up the magical insignia shifted to his specific preferences. When he was done fiddling with the runes he stood up to stand in front of Blitzø waving his hand once more as the magic circle appeared beneath Stolas' feet. For an instant, the owl's form was engulfed by a veil of blinding flash of rosy light. Only to reappear moments later in a spray of twinkling sparks. Standing before the imp was a familiar face, with some added features. The feathers on the goetia's head were a bit longer, giving him, or rather her a short bob look. Though most notably was the clear feminine shape of his outline. With the newly added edition of 'white meat' to his torso, it emphasized the slenderness of his natural waist before meeting his thighs.
Well, that worked. Feeling pleased with himself, Stolas preens.]
So... How does it look? Does it meet your standards?
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Look at that. You are one sexy bad bitch, look how fat that ass is.
[Hot. He's hot, as a lady bird.]
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There is one thing that the spell didn't take into account. With my new form my clothes are a little.... snug in places.
[Stolas took a step forward towards Blitzø, leaning over to rest his wrists on the imp's shoulders.]
Would you be a dear and help liberate me?
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BLITZAROLLI
Somewhere in the midst of all the healing, Blitzø's unspoken confession was way too obvious and while it wasn't ever explicitly said, the two imps seemed to be into each other.
After losing a bodyguard gig with a pop star and getting out of jail with his meager means of paying bail, Blitzø is excited to zip home and slam his hands on the counter.]
FIZZ! I have a fucking idea!
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But through it all, Blitzø stood beside him. Thought never spoken aloud about the reasons why, the way the other imp doted on him, the little stolen glances that made Fizz's heart leap in his chest was clue enough for his best friend's intentions. Ooooor he could be way off base and was reading too much into things. Fuck. Fuckity fuckity fuck.
Despite Blitzø's best efforts to keep the two of them afloat, they needed money. Real money. The bills for Fizz's physical therapy were stacking up. And now, with the addition of getting good robotic limbs and not some cheapo back alley chop shop ones, it was going to bury them alive. Guilt twisted in the little imp's gut thinking about all the bullshit Blitzø had to go through for him. With him on the mend... it was about time he returned the favor...
Standing in the kitchen of their small little apartment, Fizz stared down at a letter on the counter. It bore the mark of the King of Greed himself, Mammon. Tentative machinal fingers toyed with the seal before Blitzø came barreling in. Startled, Fizz quickly hid the letter under a stack of old bills before turning around with a sigh.]
If its about moving to Wrath to open up a horse ranch again, my answer is still no.
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[Blitzø laid across the table, overdramatic as always when he was excited.]
What iiiiiiif instead of getting into bullshit down here. I find a way to get me up there?
[He gestures vaguely! Oh no.]
See, while I was bodyguarding that fucking BITCH who didn't fucking GET me, there was a funny little thing we got to do... go up to the mortal world! Now, she only took me like once but those Asmo-whatever crystals work fucking perfectly.
And y'see, I've been practicing at the gun range all this time, gettin' to be a better and better shot - what if I take jobs from Sinners to go blow the heads off of mortals? Sinners are endless clientèle, ALWAYS with the grudges and the blah blah blah my sad life story shit! We just gotta get in good with this Asmodeus guy - anyone that works for that guy can get their crystal to head up whenever they want!
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So, let me get this straight... [Fizz huffed, crossing his arms as he cocked out a hip to give the other imp a raised brow.] You want me to steal from one of the seven Deadly Sins so you can go murder fuckers topside?
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[Blitzø's tail curled playfully - he was now completely laying on the table, over all their overdue bills and threats of eviction.]
I applied for a product tester or cage slut! But you've got the less niche appeal. You could blow this big chicken out of the water.
[He gives Fizz a couple of playful pokes to his collarbone, nothing rough.]
Plus, then we get to dress like sexy sluts all the time for work! WAY better than some shitty nanny gig or bodyguard job or frying fast food.
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Turning away sharply, Fizz gripped the front of his shirt, trying to force air into his lungs. Breathe Fizz, just breeze. After a moment, making sure that his voice wouldn't waver when he opened his mouth, he spoke.]
Accentually Blitz, I've been looking into getting a job myself. [Reluctantly, his robotic arm slithered across the counter to retrieved the hidden letter. Still with his back turned, he flashed the front to Blitzø where he could clearly see the smiling brand of Greed.] Got this in the mail today... I didn't know how to tell you.
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Hey, that's awesome, that means I'm right and your talents are shining.
[He reaches out a hand, wiggling his fingers for Fizz to take it.]
A Greed gig, huh? Fancy looking letter... that's uh, not a Mammon letter, is it?
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Yeah, it is. [Fizz shifted to face Blitzø properly.] I've been thinking about accepting the gig, you know? If I get picked, this could be our chance to earn some money. Real money. No more you bustin' your ass at all these part time jobs. Wouldn't that be great?
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The Mammon concert fucking sucked, Fizz was too stressed out to hang out, dad's being a complete asshole and Barb's got a barb up her ass about something or other. Still, it'd be kinda nicer if he had someone to dance with that he knew, here.
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Also it gave him an excuse to try out some of the magic he had been learning! It might have cause quite the stir if an Ars Goetia was seen mingling down town with the less fortunate. So! With a dash of illusion magic, Stolas had transformed himself into an imp in an attempt to be 'low key'. Despite his best efforts he was still abnormally tall, standing a good feet above the largest of imps. And he was well dressed, in his black and silver trimmed button down coat and matching trousers. Definitely not the look of someone who was ready for a night of wild clubbing.
Taking in all the new sights and sounds of the club, he must of been standing in the way cause there came of rough push from behind and he staggered onto thw dance floor. Stolas tried to catch himself but before he could, the owl in disguise tripped head long into someone else, letting out a little hoot.
"Oh! I beg your pardon." Stolas braces himself on the imp's shoulders. "Are you alright?"
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...He was pretty cute, too.
"New around here? Wait. I'm not even from here, I wouldn't know."
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"Blitzo?" Color flooded his cheeks, eyes fluttering. "Is it really you?"
There was a pause as he looked the imp over, but them he beams brightly.
"Funny running into you after all these years. I never forget a face. You visiting Pride?"
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"Well, I just needed a break from my old man - you know how it is," he winked, elbowing the not-quite-stranger in a friendly way. "Where'd I meet you? One too many drops off the tight rope make memory a pain, hah," he excused, tapping his forehead.
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He nearly forgot that he wasn't sporting his usual appearance. Must be working quite well if Blitzø couldn't recognize him. Popping his head up, he scanned over the crowd to see if he could spot a more secluded location. Ah, there we are. Against the back wall Stolas noticed was looked like private rooms.
What he failed to realize was the purpose of said rooms. Though the disheveled clientele as they exited should have been a sign.Still with a grin on his fave, Stolas took the imp by the hand as he lead him to one of the vacant rooms. Inside looked like your usual VIP room with a large L shaped couch the boarder the parameter and a table neatly sat in the center. Though the air in the room was a bit musty...
Once the door was shut Stolas turned to Blitzø, letting his illusion to fall away to reveal only his face.
"It's me, Stolas. I had to get out of the palace for a bit. But a goetia walking around a club might rouse suspicions." He hoots to himself before waving his hand to disguise his face once more. "Don't you remember? I saw you preform at the circus and you came over to play on my birthday?"
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Despite the shitty room smelling like no one cleaned it recently enough, once the tall fella revealed himself and Blitzo laid eyes on the tall but definitely familiar face... he let out a surprised laugh.
"Whoa, holy shit-- yeah, I'm surprised you even remember me," he admitted - hoooopefully it wasn't because of the whole thing where he stole everything that wasn't nailed down but that wasn't the vibe he was getting, at least?? "Wow, you really shot straight up, huh?"
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It didn't seem by the owl's expression that there was any hard feelings from the time they played 'pirates' at the palace. Stolas held on to that day as a precious memory, even if his dad grew cross at him after the imp went home. However the grin on his face tightens at the next part. Unconsciously Stolas winced as the scene of the first time he had met his bride to be. The cold look in her eyes as she commented on how scrawny he was and his father echoing her sentiments as they laughed.
Forcing a smile, Stolas reached up to flatten his hair with an awkward hoot. "I suppose I did, didn't I? I think you were taller than me by a hair the last time. Now I'm skinny as a bean pole."
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Dad's Boyfriend
Unspoken was that she was going to go pick up Stolas herself. Sure, she wasn't some trained bodyguard or anything, and Stolas likely had a number of those anyway - but her dad was enough of a fuckup and she just did not want to work today anyway, so she waited to rendezvous with the Prince and waved once she saw him.