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Blitzo had a rough day yesterday. If you were to ask him, he'd probably say that he's fine, or make some joke about his entire life was rough, and that one day was nothing.
Stolas had watched him move slower, more careful than normal for the imp. And once they'd gotten back to the apartment, Blitzo had practically passed out the moment he'd gotten the chance to lay down.
Blitzo was often restless, and tended to stay up to odd hours of the night. The fact that Blitzo fell asleep so early, willingly, was a screaming alarm bell to Stolas.
Without letting Blitzo know, Stolas quietly turns off his alarms in advance and lets Millie and Moxxie know that he'll be staying home with Blitzo tomorrow. They had both seen how Blitzo was acting earlier that day, so they understood, especially since Blitzo wouldn't rest unless somebody made him.
Stolas gets himself ready for bed before returning to his partner's side, finding that Blitzo is still sleeping deeply.
Stolas was used to Blitzo tossing and turning, talking in his sleep, just moving in general. He had to admit that Blitzo had accidentally kicked him a couple times in his sleep. But right now, Blitzo was almost entirely still and silent, except for the soft sound and movement from his breathing.
Laying a blanket over himself and Blitzo, Stolas knows that tomorrow probably won't be easy. Blitzo wasn't exactly easy to help or deal with when he was uncomfortable or in pain, and Stolas was sure this would be no exception.
When Stolas wakes up the next morning, he's surprised to see that Blitzo is still fast asleep, having barely moved from where he was last night.
Careful to not wake him, Stolas quietly shifts off the couch, pressing one of Blitzo's stuffed horses between the imp's arms when Blitzo makes a soft, sleepy, discontented noise.
Blitzo doesn't seem to realize the difference right now, simply curling around the plush with a soft hum. Stolas takes this chance to move to the kitchen.
If Stolas is being entirely honest, he has no clue how to cook or bake. But if its boxed and has instructions, he might be able to handle it…and it would be nice to do something for his partner for a change, instead of Blitzo doing everything for him.
He rummages through the cupboards and pantry for some sort of box mix, but can't find anything. Stolas doesn't have very much money to his name right now, but he should have just enough to buy something.
Sitting at the kitchen table, he scrolls through a shopping app on his phone before he finds a muffin mix. He found the fees just to drop off one thing absolutely ridiculous, but he frankly had no other choice, not if he wanted to stay with Blitzo.
Blitzo wakes up to a pounding headache, a ache all over his body..and the smell of something burning? He sits up as quick as he can, stumbling off of the couch.
"Stols?…" He murmurs, rubbing his eyes and tilting his head as he finds Stolas in the kitchen, staring at some slightly charred muffins. "What happened..?"
"Well..I was trying to make muffins." Stolas says with a defeated sigh. "I followed the instructions, so I don't understand why they're burnt."
"Ah..yeah, my oven kind of has a mind of its own. It can smell fear," Blitzo jokes tiredly. "But, yeah, not your fault."
Stolas sighs.
"Aw, c'mon..They're not even that bad. I mean, I've eaten things way worse than that. The char might even make them taste better," Blitzo reassures.