Local Birdbrain back with some more Stellitz cuteness as a palate cleanser after all these fuckwits.
Blitz has always wanted to give Loona a fancy spa day. As much as she huffs and puffs and pretends she's too cool to give a fuck about what girlier girls do with her time, he knows she's a little envious of the good shit fur care products people like Bee and other high-rankers in Hell can afford as opposed to what they have to buy, which is barely above the garbage used in the pounds.
At first, when he gets up the nerve to ask, Stella's a bit offended. She has feathers, obviously, why would he think she knows anything about fur care? And he quickly has to backtrack with a lot of word stumbling that no, of course, he doesn't think all animal-centric demons are the same! Hhaha, of couse not! He just... y'know... thought she might spend enough time in fancy spas that she'd have some insight into which ones do know anything about fur care!
And, yes, she can do that. But she's also quick to notice that there's no way in Hell (haha) he'd be able to afford any of the spas she frequents, so he's not just asking for ideas. In his usual beat about the bush way, he's asking for help without asking for help, both because it's embarrassing to have to beg for money again and because, well, why would she help? Sure, they're kindasorta friends now, maybe more, they like going out and getting drunk together and stuff, but...
Hmph. Well, she's feeling generous.
She writes down some spa names, some specific names of employees at those spas, folds up the piece of paper, and hands it to him, then waves him off to get lost.
He notices it's weirdly heavy, and when he opens it up after hopping the hedges to leave, he discovers she used a bit of sleight of hand to slip one of the bracelets she'd been wearing into it, with advice on where and how to sell it.
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This is the most perfect and pure palette cleanser, and so beautifully in character too. Thank you for this treasure, Anon!
