ALT Stolas sits at the I.M.P. reception desk holding a pen, his journal open in front of him. He's grinning and blushing and daydreaming. The thought bubble above his head shows that he's imagining himself wearing a frilly cooking apron with hearts on it. Blitz stands behind him, wearing a chef's uniform. Stolas is holding a smoking hot skillet over a flame while Blitz holds onto his wrist, guiding him. Blitz's other hand is curled around Stolas' hip, as if holding him in place. The pair are gazing at each other instead of the food— giving one another intense bedroom eyes. Stolas' beak is digging into his lower lip and Blitz has a confident smile. The background is pink and sparkly and romantic. Stolas is clearly writing one STEAMY scenario while on the job and we love to see that for him.

ALT A young Stolas with his emo hair lays on his bed reading a book titled: Sad poetry for edgy souls. Out loud he reads, "Life without pain is no life at all." And then he comments, "Wow... that's so deep." Suddenly the sound of a loud crash startles Stolas. He storms out onto his balcony, looking dark and angry as he snaps, "What the FUCK do you think you're do—!" Stolas stops short. Blitzo is sprawled out on the ground, his face flattened against the concrete. He's clutching binoculars in one hand and there's a smashed pot he accidentally knocked over next to him. As Blitzo peels his face from the ground, Stolas sees him with rose-tinted lenses. An arrow shoots through Stolas' heart and his pupils are visible as he weakly finishes his sentence with, "... ing...?"

ALT Stolas is blushing, hearts in his eyes as he exclaims, "BLITZO?!" Blitzo has a sheepish smile as he greets, "Oh, heeey Stolas! Fancy— Fancy seeing you here!" Blitzo glances over at the binoculars he's holding and fumbles with an, "Uhhhh," before quickly hiding his hands behind his back and going on to ask, "L-long time no see, huh?" Stolas looks stunned as he fumbles for a response and stutters, "What are you— I never expected— Y-you look — Ahhhh—" Finally Stolas strikes a pose he thinks looks cool, leaning against the doorframe, his expression composed into a nonchalant look. He just replies, "Hey." Blitzo watches this and thinks, 'Holy fucking shit...' Now Blitzo is the one blushing with hearts in his eyes as he thinks, 'He's SO out of my league.'