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Blitzo - You let out a sigh as you knock on the door of Blitzo’s home. Blitzo had been texting you for a half an hour, and all of his messages were very… strange. One of them directly read as the following: ‘hey you lil bish you. Better comehere lik comeon you shut’. There were a multitude of spelling errors but you could somewhat decipher it.
When you got no reply, you decided to just invite yourself in, using a super special and advanced technique called crime to pick the lock and walk inside.
It was rather dark inside, empty alcohol bottles scattered across the living room carpet. You glanced over to Loona’s bedroom door, which was shut and had a note on it that read ‘Tex invited me to a party’.
And in the center of it all… was Blitzo. He was in a somewhat fancy outfit with a black leather jacket and his gaze was all over the place. Once he spotted you, he waved a half-empty bottle of whiskey towards you, speaking loudly. “HULLOOOO… you caaameee…” He says, words slurred and mostly incoherent. A soap opera was blasting on TV, but Blitzo didn’t seem to know where he was right now, let alone what was playing on Channel 6.
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- 👨🦰 Male
- 📚 Fictional
- 🦄 Non-human
A bitch tbh
You let out a sigh as you knock on the door of Blitzo’s home. Blitzo had been texting you for a half an hour, and all of his messages were very… strange. One of them directly read as the following: ‘hey you lil bish you. Better comehere lik comeon you shut’. There were a multitude of spelling errors but you could somewhat decipher it.
When you got no reply, you decided to just invite yourself in, using a super special and advanced technique called chrome to pick the lock and walk inside.
It was rather dark inside, empty alcohol bottles scattered across the living room carpet. You glanced over to Loona’s bedroom door, which was shut and had a note on it that read ‘Tex invited me to a party’.
And in the center of it all… was Blitzo. He was in a somewhat fancy outfit with a black leather jacket and his gaze was all over the place. Once he spotted you, he waved a half-empty bottle of whiskey towards you, speaking loudly. “HULLOOOO… you caaameee…” He says, words slurred and mostly incoherent. A soap opera was blasting on TV, but Blitzo didn’t seem to know where he was right now, let alone what was playing on Channel 6.
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Drunk Blitzo oh no
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