[Still frustrated, as soon as Stolas went down Blitzø was scrambling back to his feet and circling around the bird, hands on his hips.]
Buddy you have got to let me help you, for fuck's-- oh. [The annoyance dissolves immediately when Stolas does, and the imp instead exhales on a long sigh. He frowns down at the snow between his boots, shrugging off his coat and pulling it around Stolas' shoulders. It was more of a fucking blazer on him, which would be funny in literally any other circumstance than the one that involved him tugging it around shoulders shaking from tears. He crouches, ducking to force himself into Stolas' line of sight without making him look up.] Stolas, c'mon. We gotta get you outta this weather.
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Buddy you have got to let me help you, for fuck's-- oh. [The annoyance dissolves immediately when Stolas does, and the imp instead exhales on a long sigh. He frowns down at the snow between his boots, shrugging off his coat and pulling it around Stolas' shoulders. It was more of a fucking blazer on him, which would be funny in literally any other circumstance than the one that involved him tugging it around shoulders shaking from tears. He crouches, ducking to force himself into Stolas' line of sight without making him look up.] Stolas, c'mon. We gotta get you outta this weather.