“Fine,” Blitzø sighs, dumping the rest of his cereal into the sink. “Since you really wanna do chores, let’s do this thing.” He treats Stolas to a smile, all assurance and warmth, to coax the same onto the owl's features. He feels a little dizzy looking at him. “‘Cuz, y’know, it’ll take some weight off my shoulders.”
“Oh, Blitz! Really?” Stolas trills a gleeful owlish chirp, his white pupils morphing into star shapes. “This is going to be so much fun, my darling! How do we begin? What labor do we perform first?”
(or blitzø and stolas, now living together as a couple, decide to spend the day doing everyday chores together. written for the Helluva Bang 2024.)