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It was nigh impossible to miss the threatening manner of Blitzø's expression. It was too easy to recognize a predator when you were one yourself. His own expression went cold, ignoring the bullshit to get to the meat with a business-like demeanor towards the proposition.

"And what's that?"

"Look, it's nothing fucking personal, I figured we were done after last time and getting to try that tracking and hunting shit was fun."

He also figures of all the people here, Collins could at least understand when something isn't personal, it's just business.

"But you start fucking with my warden and trying to get him to do something stupid that'll get him demoted? Well one of us doesn't have any restrictions against fighting people."

Collins leaned sideways into the door frame, the perfect picture of relaxed as he stared down at the imp. He raised an eyebrow slowly.

"Yer goin' ta have ta be more specific. I have no idea what yer talking about."

"Think of this as a friendly warning then," Blitzø answers, not about to provide any more details. Either the other man gets it or he doesn't, and if Collins doesn't get it and there continues to be an issue, he'll figure that out later.

"You fuck things up for my people, and I'll fuck up your organs." A beat. "And not like, in the sexy way with my dick or anything. With a knife or like, a really sharp spoon, or maybe even something else-- WHATEVER you know what I mean!"

It was too hard to take the imp seriously when his threats were all screwed up. Though Collins did know that the demon was capable of a serious fight to the death, all he could focus on was the words rather than the warning in them.

"Yer people?" Collins made a sharp noise by sucking air through his teeth. "Are you a dog? Because yer barkin' up tha wrong tree like a mutt off its owner's leash." He made a disinterested gesture with his hand. "And yer not even makin' any sense about it. I haven't done anything ta Belmont lately but talk" and build and train, "with him."

"Fuck you," Blitzø retorts, gesturing angrily at the taller man. "I'm not a dog or on a leash or anything! I'm just telling you what's mine and not to fuck with my shit!"

"Oh, so Belmont is a piece of property then. Yer property. I see." He angled a particularly scornful look down upon Blitzø. The point was not to be missed. "Well, I'll let him decide what he wants iff'n ya don't mind. Especially as I still can't tell what yer yappin' about."

"Now you're getting it." Hypocritical, sure! But he's a demon and things are his and he isn't anyone's. He doesn't see what the problem is.

"And he can decide if he wants to talk to you, but I'm deciding that if you do anything that gets him hurt or demoted, I'll paint the fucking hallway with your guts."

"No, I'm not." He replied, tone ice cold as it dropped an octave in seriousness.

He bent at the waist to get closer into Blitzø's personal space. "Not that it particularly matters if anyone dies here or not, but if you don't get yer head out of yer arse I'll make sure you get yer proper punishment by that warden you seem ta think belongs ta you like some sort of fuckin' toy. Don't forget: he's a hunter of yer kind. And sure as shite not yer fuckin' property, demon."

He spat the last word out in a clear indication that the word was an insult.

Blitzø blinks and then, not even bothering to answer, immediately aims a punch at Collins' gut.

Not in the best position to dodge, the punch lands squarely where intended. He's already bent over so not much changed and after a moment the Irishman even began to laugh, a darkly edged wheeze until he stopped to take a deeper breath and then started again.

"Is that all you got? You hit like a child, little devil."

"What, you get off to this shit? After the last time, you wanna keep talking big when we both know you can't follow up with dick?"

Blitzø's tail flicks out and wraps around Collins' leg, sharply yanking in an attempt to pull the man down to the ground and let him properly stand over him.

The breath was knocked out of him as Collins hit the floor. It was sudden and it had been some time since he'd taken a beating without giving as much as he'd gotten. But the laughter continued after two seconds to catch his breath again.

"No, I just know something that you don't."

Immediately Blitzø is on him, tail flicking and not believing for a second that there's anything to worry about here.

"And what's that, fuck face? That you can't take a simple fucking suggestion or know when to quit? Figured that one out."

He smiled, looking much more in control than he had any right to look in his current position. "You gave a suggestion and I gave one back. It's a simple exchange. No, I'm laughing at what comes next."

His smile turned into a full blown grin. "Go on then, take yer pound."

This will not do. Zichen spies Collins on his parchment and quickly dismisses the idea of letting the man do as he pleases this time. So what if he gets hurt? Maybe that will teach him. Right?

Wrong. Dennis Collins doesn't operate that way. Grabbing Fuxue, Zichen makes short work of finding the brawling pair, his face pale and his eyes dark.

"No. No pounds will be taken." he shakes his head, "What is this about?"

Oh of course a warden shows up then. Blitzø leans back, still straddling Collins, and gives the new arrival a toothy grin. He doesn't recognise him, so chances are good that the warden isn't used to his brand of being a dick either.

"Hey, if your inmate wants to lay on his back and get pounded like a good little bitch, you really wanna stop him?"

He returns his attention to Collins, stroking the flat of his tail over the man's cheek. "Pretty sure you're getting off on this, just rolling over and talking about me taking you. Dirty fucker, you could have said you were just trying to get my attention."

For half a second a fire sparked in Collins's cool blue eyes. His thoughts strayed to grabbing the offensive tail and cutting the end off with his knife. He wondered if he could get away with it since he didn't have a tail. But in the end he decided not to chance it; it would probably just appear as some massive slice through his backside and he managed to behave himself to prevent the trouble.

His look turned stone cold as he replied, "Not even in yer dreams, demon. I'd rather swallow molten lead." A slow beat. "I told you I knew what came next. Now get off of me before I make ya."

Fuxue will soon be pointed at Blitzø's neck, the blade shining coldly like ice in the deepest Winter. He knows full well he could turn his blade on his inmate - Dennis Collins is trouble. But Blitzø is the one posing the greatest threat at the moment.

"Enough. He is my inmate; if you have trouble with him, approach me." he is doing his best to not be disgusted by the almost...sexual?...talk.

What is even happening.

"Fine, we were just talking until he got all bitchy about demons anyway." Not what happened, but he's also not about to tell a warden he doesn't know about it either. He figures it's possible Collins will do that anyway and not much he could say would change it.

Standing up and moving away, Blitzø pauses before leaving to eye Collins. "Might wanna think about saving those dog comments for yourself though, sure seems like you're happy to roll over for your new warden real fast."

"Yer one ta speak," Collins muttered before smiling darkly and speaking more clearly. "Just usin' me resources as I've got them. Same as any of them."

He ended cheekily, very likely referring to Trevor Belmont in that last line. He began to pick himself off the floor and waited for the demon to leave completely before doing anything else.

Demons? Zichen's grip tightens on Fuxue and he watches Blitzø suspiciously. Is he a demon? He knows better than to jump to conclusions based on appearance, but it seems pretty obvious.

...and then Collins mentions 'using resources'. That has nothing to do with him. He must mean Belmont.

"What did he give you?" he directs that at Collins.

Blitzø is done with the pair of them so with one parting flip of the bird at Collins, he disappears.

Collins scowled as he gestured towards the retreating demon. "You mean besides a headache? Nothing."

What the hell was his warden's problem. He was so sick of him.

Collins went back inside his room and slammed the door. If he had been going to talk to Zichen before it was certainly out of the equation now.

How mature. Zichen eyes Blitzø, determined to keep an eye on him in the future. As much as he can, that is. Collins is enough of a handful!

"I meant Belmont." he tries to emphasize, but then a door slams shut and...what can he do? Oh he can break it down, but there's no breaking down the barriers Collins has put up against him.

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I decided to join. Zichen has no self-control.

honestly it's the perfect time!

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