[By the time Stolas has listened to his voicemail, Blitzø has vacated the apartment entirely, yes. If only because going back inside after leaving it, realizing sticking around left the possibility of being physically in Stolas' presence when he listened to it, and that as a concept made him want to throw himself off the balcony and preferably into the gaping maw of something akin to one of Stolas' weird carnivorous plants.]
[And, like, there was very little in the apartment, so he figured he could do some grocery shopping or something. Since the general way of it seemed to be they were both living in this specific little place. It was weird that it was Stolas' apartment, but he lived here too, but they'd both adjust. He could have had his own place to move Stolas into, but he chose the vagrant lizard life instead.]
[All this to say Blitzø is out somewhere buying wares or food or both when Stolas calls him back, and he about throws his shellphone on the fucking floor when it starts ringing.] Nnnah, not a bad time, don't have much I'm doing, here-- just getting some shit, for. Is it our? Apartment? Do you care if I keep showing up to make sure you don't accidentally set water on fire on the microwave, I've done that with a Hell-tart once, do not recommend--
[He shuts up long enough to let Stolas finish talking, slowing to a stop where he's walking and staring at the ground for a long handful of seconds. Free to accompany. Okay. That-- that was progress, that was a start. His tail loops itself around his hips in anxiety.] --yeah? You don't, uh. We don't have to go anywhere, if you don't want to. I can... I dunno, make you dinner? We could...,
['Talk, watch a movie... maybe..., cuddle?' echoes in the back of his mind and he's suddenly nauseous about it all, but he exhales harshly and drags a hand down his face.] ...we could talk, if you want. [And he means that, and his tone is serious enough that it conveys it, while somehow still being mellow.] Feels like maybe we should.
i did not mean for this tag to be so goddamn long
[And, like, there was very little in the apartment, so he figured he could do some grocery shopping or something. Since the general way of it seemed to be they were both living in this specific little place. It was weird that it was Stolas' apartment, but he lived here too, but they'd both adjust. He could have had his own place to move Stolas into, but he chose the vagrant lizard life instead.]
[All this to say Blitzø is out somewhere buying wares or food or both when Stolas calls him back, and he about throws his shellphone on the fucking floor when it starts ringing.] Nnnah, not a bad time, don't have much I'm doing, here-- just getting some shit, for. Is it our? Apartment? Do you care if I keep showing up to make sure you don't accidentally set water on fire on the microwave, I've done that with a Hell-tart once, do not recommend--
[He shuts up long enough to let Stolas finish talking, slowing to a stop where he's walking and staring at the ground for a long handful of seconds. Free to accompany. Okay. That-- that was progress, that was a start. His tail loops itself around his hips in anxiety.] --yeah? You don't, uh. We don't have to go anywhere, if you don't want to. I can... I dunno, make you dinner? We could...,
['Talk, watch a movie... maybe..., cuddle?' echoes in the back of his mind and he's suddenly nauseous about it all, but he exhales harshly and drags a hand down his face.] ...we could talk, if you want. [And he means that, and his tone is serious enough that it conveys it, while somehow still being mellow.] Feels like maybe we should.