A/N: Shorter chapter because I couldn't artificially extend this one. Have fun.

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Chapter 4: Homie Clothes So Tiny Damn Son

"Your shit is too big." Blitz said.

"It's not that bad!" Styx exclaimed. "It's average, if anything."

"You call this shirt average?" Blitz retorted as he looked at himself in the mirror once more. "I could fit two of my dicks In this."

"That's not even funny. You're just small. And a twig." Styx amused.

"Not a fucking thing on me is small!" The imp suddenly declared. "You maybe have a fucking inch on me. My horns are taller than your ego, you blind slut."

"Fair." Styx said, looking through the rest of their closet to find a smaller shirt. "Fucking… okay, the only other option is this old horse shirt I got scammed into buying. Maybe you can-"

Blitz immediately grabbed the shirt and swapped it. He proudly raised his arms, being sure to flex for nobody but himself. On the front of the shirt was a cartoon house with the bottom text "Horse Event." In a font reminiscent of rope or lasso. It meant absolutely nothing to anyone, and the imp loved it.

"Maybe you can find some use in it." Styx finished. "I remember you had a thing for horses."

"There's only two things better than me: Nothing, and the majestic fucking horse."

"Duly noted." Styx said. "At least we got lucky with a few things. Guess my old roommate at my old place kept the rest of my stuff from my early days."

"Sounds like a real cock hoarder." Blitz said as he wanderer around the room, placing his eyes on anything remotely shiny or unique. "At least you've got the hottest imp in all of the rings living with you now."

"I've known you for a day." The sinner smirked, taking a paperweight out of the imp's hand. "Not that I'm complaining."

Blitz's heart skipped and he did not understand why. He thought it must have been the paperweight, and all the chemicals in the metal turning the toads bisexual. His hands returned to debaucherous grabbing of household objects, and Styx followed him.

"So uh… appreciate the new threads and all, but uh… still waiting on that condition to rail me." Blitz blurted.

"The condition is that you stop acting like you're not getting helped out." Styx stated. "Believe it or not, good people exist in Hell."

Blitz ceased his antics, taking a spot in the couch by outstretching himself as he closed his eyes. "Good until proven Evil, babe. I've been trying to get that put on every piece of currency in this bitch."

Styx remained silent, only heading over to sit in the remaining seat across the couch. Blitz, contrary to his relaxed and accepting demeanor, was fighting an internal battle of uncertainty and bewilderment towards himself. He allowed himself to be taken, allowed himself to be humiliated on stage just for the privilege of having a bed. It frustrated him how he was allowing it to happen…. But the couch was nice.

The imp opened his eyes halfway before looking towards the back of the couch, into the vast space of mystery cloth.

Styx noticed, and leaned into their own seat. "It's a nice couch, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Blitz said.

A pause from the sinner. "Y'know, if you want a catch to this so bad, I am expecting you to do something other than flirt with me on my couch."

"I've been here half a fucking day." Blitz objected.

"Right. Sorry." Styx apologized. "Just figured I'd try to break the silence… How's the horse shirt?"

"Fine."

"Good. I don't even know where I got it, to be honest." Styx said. "Maybe that time the laundromat exploded or something. Maybe the time that a woman crashed her car near me and they found out her car was held together by clothes. That was something I didn't know someone could do."

"Does it matter?" Blitz asked, resting an arm on his forehead.

Styx frowned, and not in their typical friendly demeanor. "Do you have problems with me?"

"No, just asking."

"That's not asking."

"It's asking with free next-day shipping." The imp said, laughing.

"You just jump from quiet and mostly okay, to angry and irritated." Styx frowned. "Anything you wanna talk about?"

"What part of 'Suspicious.' are you not getting here?" Blitz asked rather irritably, looking at the ignorant sinner. He considered the two roomates, even if it was just an act of kindness for Styx. The imp sighed again. "Look, yeah, I'm pretty shit right now. Almost froze my second ass off thanks to Cocoon Crotch and I'm still a little…"

"...in shock?" Styx finished, and Blitz nodded.

"Shit is really confusing, Stick Tips." The imp said, rubbing his temple. "Help, don't help. Fuck, fuck off. All this bitch of a fuck is bending me over and making me woozy, and that's so much fucking worse than dizzy."

The sounds of the fan accompanied the dimming of the crimson and amber glows of the sunset through the blinds. Blitz continued to gaze outward, while Styx chose to sneak glimpses of his new friendly adversary.

"It's not as bad as you think." The sinner reassured him. "It never is as bad as you think. Listen to this: You'll always feel what you want, not what you need to feel."

Blitz stared at them, eyes unwaveringly empty.

"Okay, think about it like this." Styx began. "You get angry, right? But you don't want to be angry, so you try to be happy, but you want to be angry. Makes sense?"

"Not really." Blitz said.

"Just try to fucking feel better about yourself." Styx simplified, much to their own shagrin.

"Bitch, don't tell me what to do." Blitz said, and closed his eyes.