For my friend @stolitzsings
Blitz was making eggs and pancakes for Stolas, who was still barely awake as he rubbed all four of his eyes and yawned. He still wore Loona’s much larger band tee and a pair of lace panties that clung to him so nicely, stray feathers made their way between the sides of the edges as he walked into the kitchen.
“Morning Stols!” Blitz exclaimed as he sauntered over to Stolas and kissed his lips, which smelled of mice.
“Did someone forget to brush his beak?” Blitz jests, while Stolas playfully pushes onto the other’s shoulder.
“Oh you. I abso-hootly did this morning!” Stolas replied in defense of his morning breath.
“It must be remnants of last night’s midnight snack.” He hoots and laughs. Blitz snickers and breaks out into such sudden extravagant laughter.
Stolas stops in his tracks and tilts his head as he looks down at his imp.
“What’s funny?” He asks honestly, while his hands stood on his sides and rubbed gently into the creases of his shirt.
Blitz wiped a tear from his eye and snorted.
“Abso HOOTLY!” He cried out in laughter again and fell back onto the floor, his tail slashing around while he held his chest.
Stolas was confused as to why it was funny. He felt he said something amiss. Yet he also was worried this was something he hadn’t noticed.
Blitz scurried over to Stolas and rubbed his hand with his.
“Stolas—“ he took a breath to contain himself from laughing again.
“It’s not you, it’s just, funny because you’re such an owl. You make such adorkable noises that you know I can’t control myself—especially over such a silly pun. I’m laughing because it’s cute. You’re cute.”
Cute. That sent him into a deep blush. He hoots uncontrollably and covers his face, sending some loose feathers in the air. Slowly a laugh flows into the air from his beak and he finds himself laughing louder too, intermingled with hoots in-between.
Suddenly in-time with the hoots was a large ringing.
“Fuck. Breakfast!” There was a loud ringing of the smoke alarm, the pan was on fire. Blitz grabbed the fire extinguisher and blew its foam all over the stove. The alarm shutting off moments after and leaving in its wake the stench of charcoal and regret.
Blitz sighs and sits down in defeat, lowering his head. Stolas hoots gently and moves over to him while he rubs his back.
“Blitz. It’s okay.” He nudges his shoulder and kisses his horns softly before continuing.
“You want to go get breakfast in town?” He asks.
Blitz looks up and kisses his beak, cupping his cheek in his hand before cupping the other and squishing Stolas’s beautifully purple feathered face until he looked like a chipmunk trying to gather for winter.
“Abso-hootly!” Blitz answered and curled his tail around Stolas’s tail.
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