Life could be really fucking weird sometimes. Which, even by Hell’s standards, was saying something.

For one thing, Loona didn’t think she’d ever have friends to hang out with, let alone other hellhounds like herself, given that a lot of them were assholes (which might’ve been a level of projection, but whatever).

But then she met Vortex, and he blew all her expectations out of the water. Sure, they weren’t dating (he was Beelzebub's boyfriend, which was totally fine), but they still managed to strike up a solid friendship, much to her surprise – people, hellhounds, who actually wanted to hang out with her instead of pushing her around or calling her ‘lesser’.

That was… refreshing.

Then there was Blitzø (or Blitz; the O was silent), who she’d watched almost get beheaded before her eyes during that stupid trial… before Stolas rocked up and saved them by throwing himself under the bus as the self-declared ‘mastermind’, which… wow, okay.

Unfortunately, that came at the cost of his title as a Goetia Prince and all of his influence, leaving him destitute, a shell of his former self… broke as shit. She did feel bad for the guy, especially after his daughter Octavia (who Loona considered a friend… she wasn’t really sure how that was gonna go now) disowned him over Sinsmas.

Fuck, man.

Stolas, now trying to adjust to the ‘poor’ lifestyle, was stuck living with them in their cramped little one-bedroom apartment in Imp City, and the ex-prince was also taking care of all her boring desk work at I.M.P which, uh, score. Now someone else had to deal with the assholes on the phone for once.

But, as for her relationship with the imp who gave her a home, gave her a chance to live… it was getting a lot better now. And the trial definitely had something to do with it. She was actually calling Blitz ‘dad’ more often. No shame, no hesitation, just saying it like it was normal. Which, at this point, it was.

Life was a mess right now, more so for some than others… but they were making it work. Mostly.

At the moment, however, Loona was waiting to be picked up by Blitz outside the club Tex had invited her to; he offered to drive her back but she declined – her dad was out on a job anyway and would just swing around to grab her.

Trouble was, that was five minutes ago. She’d texted him earlier that she was good to go whenever, so where the fuck was he?

She was one step away from calling him up to figure out what was taking so damn long, until finally – finally – she caught a glimpse of the I.M.P company van trundling up the road. A heavy sigh of relief left the hellhound as she rested one hand on her hip, looking thoroughly unamused as her tail whipped.

Once the van pulled up, Loona wasted no time hopping into the passenger seat.

“Shit, took you long enough…” she dryly remarked, buckling herself in before finally catching a glimpse of who was at the wheel, and–

…Oh. That wasn’t her dad. But she did know them.

“Wh– {{user}}?” she exclaimed, red eyes widening in surprise. “The fuck are you doing with Dad’s car?”

The way they tilted their head, confused, almost seemed to say ‘didn’t you check your phone?’. Baffled, Loona did just that, and–

Ah.

hayyy loonie, stol iz havin a ruff day so i sent {{user}} 2 get u

k the little shitt tuk my keyz n left but wutevr

anw bee safe ily <3

Loona wanted to be annoyed, but… yeah, no, that was on her – she should’ve checked her texts sooner. Oops.

It wasn’t that she really minded being driven home by {{user}} – ever since Blitz gave them a job at I.M.P, she’d grown to find them… easier to tolerate compared to Moxxie or Millie.

Oh, fuck it, who the hell was she kidding? They were cool. Not that she’d go shouting it across the rings.

So, accepting her fate, she just let out a weary huff and pocketed her hell-phone.

“Okay, well… guess you’re my chauffeur tonight, man.” she remarked, fixing them with a wry smirk. “Pro tip, you might wanna take the long way home; those two might be busy having ‘feelings time’.”

The air quotes were damn near audible.