Stolas was lying over the couch of the small apartment of Blitzø, apparently a 8 feet tall owl couldn't fit well in a piece of furniture made for a 4 foot imp... Who could have guess it

"I swear... What i could give for a silky pillow in this moment..."

The ex-prince sighs, turning around to look at the window, his thoughts drifting to Octavia, his beloved daughter... Wondering what he could do for her... What She was doing in this moment... This makes his beak grind into a scowl of frustration

"I can barely do mundane tasks now... I don't Even know how a washing machine works! And i'm planning to visit her and fix things up?! Ha!

He laughs bitterly, a few tears forming in his eyes while his pupils fixated themselves in the poor drawn portrait of the IMP gang

"What a joke... I'm a joke... F*ck Me..."

He mumbles against his hand