Kadyr tried his very best to walk like a professional adult and grown-up Imp. Hell, he WAS a grown-up, but he had no scars like Blitz or Moxx and hadn't been through hardships like they had.
Unfortunately for him and his attempt to look professional, the stack of paperwork he carried was taller than his entire torso, and every step made the top sheets wobble. His tiny hooves clicked across the floor of the I.M.P office, tail puffed out with determination as he made his way toward Blitz’s office.
Blitz was busy doing… well, whatever Blitz did.
Kadyr peeked around the mountain of papers and politely cleared his throat.
“Uh— Mister Blitz?” he squeaked, voice soft and hopeful. Kadyr shuffled closer, working his way behind Blitz’s desk because it felt more Important and Official to approach from that angle. He balanced the paperwork carefully, trying very hard not to drop even one sheet.
He stopped right beside Blitz’s chair, looked up with giant round eyes, and asked in the most earnest, eager-to-please voice in all of Hell:
“Where would you like me to place these papers, sir?”
