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[It seems someone has decided to change his voicemail following graduation. Hes trying so hard to sound professional, business like, but Hanna's usual enthusiasm bleeds through easily.]

You have reached the mailbox of Hanna Cross. If you don't have an appointment, my secretary will follow up with a return message shortly. [a short pause.] meaning me. I'll get back to you, don't worry.

And if this is an emergency what are you doing on the phone? Cardio is your friend. byyyye!

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[Between the hot brown liquid leaking out of his nose, the burn in his sinuses and what Blitz is saying, Hanna wordlessly takes another long drink of the hot chocolate and then promptly refills half the flask with whiskey.]

I did apologize, but he just got quiet, and said he was tired. I feel like I disappointed my dad and he's been gone forever. It sucks.

And between him and the fact that the last time I talked to John, I said he could tell me straight when I was in the wrong, I don't know if I can handle a competent vampire hunter and a fucking god both being disappointed in me at the same time. [Not to mention Shaw, Sheehan, whoever else. You gotta care to be disappointed, even he knows that and the list is longer than he ever thought it would be.]

That shit's heavier than the rest of it. Well, aside from the fact that a shit ton of people died, and everything else.

[Well shit, looks like they're being serious about this and he'd been trying to keep it light or something.

Blitzø sighs and tucks the snacks away, instead fishing out the 'things got sad or serious' emergency bottle of Everclear that he opens and just takes a few gulps from directly.]

Listen, I get it. I've fucked shit up before in ways that you can't just come back from. But no one was like permanently dead from it, and I still think you're not giving Admiral fuckass enough credit for letting it happen.

But if you want, I'll take the sword for you.

[Hanna caps the flask and gives it a good shake, mixing that all up so that he wasn't getting just a straight shot of whiskey and takes a long pull from it.]

Well, it's not like he's going to be fucking accountable for it, is he? So I gotta be. Someone has to be able to point a finger or else they just suffered for no fucking reason, and that sucks for everyone. It's...Better like this. I don't give a fuck if people don't like me, it's not exactly new. And I'll make sure I don't fucking do it again, and what ever else I can to at least prove I'm actually sorry. [He does actually give a fuck, lots of them, but he's good at pretending it's fine. It's just more the usual.]

Thanks. I'll talk to him sometime...Just gotta make sure I'm ready for it.

Yeah, hate to break it to you shorty, but life's full of people suffering for no fucking reason and no one gives a shit. It's basically how things work. People get fucked over and suffer and whoever benefits from it won't give a shit and you can be a bleeding heart bitch all you like but it won't change dick.

[He takes a loooong swig of his own bottle before pointing it at Hanna.]

And if you don't give a fuck if people like you, why are you trying to make it up to them in the first place?

[Oh, he knows that one good Blitz. Doesn't need to be reminded of it. His bleeding heart comes from a place of 'it happened to me and I'll die before it happens to someone else.' Not like he ever mentions that part.]

Yeah, well I do. I give a shit. And I try and keep it from happening back home. It might not be my full time gig, because I need to eat and pay rent, but I sure as hell don't refuse cases.

[He is a little surprised at the next question though, raising a brow at him as he takes another pull from the flask.]

People don't have to like me for me to care about them... I mean, most people don't back home and I still help them.

And that's why you live in a shithole like this, I'm guessing. Start charging more for shit, dumbass.

[Because his place is definitely better don't think about checking, Hanna, and he's 100% responsible with money and contracts all the time.

Blitzø takes another drink to hide as much as he can how Hanna's words hit home for him as well. He believes that people don't and shouldn't care about him either, especially back in Hell, but that doesn't stop him from trying to do what he can for those he cares about in turn. But he does have to acknowledge that maybe it's a little different here. MAYBE.]

Yeah well. Seems like there's plenty of idiots here who care about people they shouldn't. So maybe it's the same for you and they like you more than you know.

Hey, I've lived here for like eight years, it's not exactly easy to pay rent solo and we're kind of in a recession. I really don't like Mrs. Blaney, but she didn't bat an eye about renting to a minor when I first signed the lease and fixed the price for the first few years so it was easier to stay than try to find anything else. [He says like he can afford anything else, which he definitely can't.

Shifting off his bed with boozy hot chocolate still in hand, he starts looking for a movie to put on in the background.] Yeah? Are you one of them, cause I wasn't expecting the demon cheer up squad. Not that I'm complaining... Uh, you ever seen Heathers by the way? It's got young Winona Ryder, which I will say she is a gift to any movie she stars in.

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