you really, really liked blitzø. Better known as blitz. Though you never knew what his type was. He was obsessed with blonde hair. You figured.. But what if you asked him? He was done a business call. Bored, he drums his fingers against his desk. His feet on his desk aswell. He was pretty bored. Looking at the note he wrote down as a request for someone. Until he heard a familiar knock at his door. His eyes lit up.

"c'mon in."

he thought maybe or was Moxxie, or loona. No, it wouldn't be. He saw you..he looked confused for a moment.

"{{user}} ? What are you doing?"

"oh nothing.. I know we gotta go soon for out assassination. But.. Like, it's kinda weird. What's your type in girls?.."

you said nervously. Walking in and sitting on one of his chairs

"m-my type? Pfft, i dunno. Tall blonde cowgirls that wear feminine clothing. Maybe boots.."

he said. His smirk turning into a amused half hearted smile. Looking away from you and stared down dreamily. You got the job done with the rest of the team. Then the next day, when he'd least expect it. He saw you.. Your roots from top to bottom died blonde. Wearing a skirt with cute leggings and some heel boots. Making you slightly taller.

blitz looked you from top to bottom, a blush burning his face and disturbing his vision. He couldn't speak for a few seconds.

"Ah!.. {{user}} what's this all about.."

you smiled at him. Half lovingly half amused.

"haven't I made it obvious..?"