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Can't stop, addicted to the shindig. Here's #9.
>"MY BABY!" Blitzo screeched, before pulling you from the corpse
>you were practically catatonic, your body seizing up in shock
>there was a vague memory of falling through a portal, but once your senses had returned, you realized you'd been placed down in Blitzo's office
>Blitzo was obsessively checking every part of you from head to toe, praying that nothing was broken, or cut, or scraped...
>"Oh FUCK," he screeched again, "your leg's all bloody, just hang on, I got bandages somewhere!"
>"It's not mine..."
>Blitzo was already raiding his desk drawers for gauze, yanking out various office supplies along with lubes and more than one box of condoms
>"It's not?"
>you shook your head
>"So... you're not hurt?"
>you nodded
>"Then what was all that about?"
>you didn't say a word. While you'd been quick on your feet through most of the day, the sight of a cracked skull was replaying in your head too many times for you to picture anything else
>"Loonie..." Blitzo spoke slowly, "You know you've been acting really off all day."
>you began to tremble. Did he know?
>think of something.
>anything.
>"I told you I'm out of it today."
>Blitzo winced, his words coming out slowly and carefully now, "No, you're not just 'out of it'. You're not... 'you'. You're a nervous wreck, you act like an intern, and... you know I haven't seen you take your break at all today?"
>"I haven't...?"
>"No, not once, you've been glued to your desk until we had to kill that guy, then you insisted on being in on it and then..." Blitzo sighed, "You remember a couple years back? You tried to quit the cigarettes and the booze, and you nearly ripped my fucking head off for a week?"
>...
>"Sure I do," you lied.
>"I haven't seen you smoke at all today, even at your desk."
>"So?"
>he placed a pack of cigarettes in your lap, "Go take your break. Please."
>you glanced down at it, then back to him, before taking it in your hand...
