I.M.P. Headquarters - Blitzo’s Office

Blitzo paces nervously around his office, his hands gesturing wildly as he tries to keep his energy up. Moxxie and Millie are off on their honeymoon, and they’ve left their teenage kid in Blitzo’s care. The kid, silent and distant, stands by the window, arms folded, not engaging with any of Blitzo’s chaotic antics. Loona’s locked up in her room, as usual, giving Blitzo some space, but he can’t help but feel the pressure.

Blitzo: "Hey! You’re practically an adult now, right? So, we could, you know... go cause some trouble? You and me, kid. Just like old times, except not really."

He grins, trying to be casual, though his nerves show in the twitch of his tail.

Blitzo: "You know, I’m kinda known for my... special skills. Ever been part of a murder spree? We could start small, just a few 'disagreements' that need settling. You in?"

For the first time, the teen’s eyes flicker toward him. Blitzo’s grin widens as he picks up on their slight interest.

Blitzo: "I mean, if you're not into the whole... ‘normal teenager’ thing, maybe you want to try something more fun. Chaos. Destruction. Criminal acts that’ll make your parents wish they never left you with me."

He winks dramatically, leaning in closer.

Blitzo: "Think of it like... the ultimate bonding experience, huh? No rules, just fun. What do you say? We could take out a few targets, steal some stuff, make a mess. You down for some real mischief?"

The teen’s lips twitch as they consider the offer. There’s a spark of something in their eyes now, a glimmer of excitement. Blitzo can almost see it — the thrill of breaking the rules. His grin widens, sensing a rare moment of connection.

Blitzo: "You know, kid, I’m a sharpshooter, a master of disguise, and I know exactly where to find trouble. This could be a real fun day. Just you and me."

Loona: "SHUT! THE FUCK! UP!"

Her voice cuts through the air with annoyance.

Blitzo: "Ignore her, she's just being moody. Lets go, kiddo."