['What if you tried out for a job?' Those words bathed him in a vat of ice. That nibbling guilt bit down hard on his gut and suddenly it was hard to breathe. His broken useless ass was dragging Blitzø down with him. Mooching off their friendship... Even the playful jabs did nothing to stop him from Fizz's downward spiraling.

Turning away sharply, Fizz gripped the front of his shirt, trying to force air into his lungs. Breathe Fizz, just breeze. After a moment, making sure that his voice wouldn't waver when he opened his mouth, he spoke.]

Accentually Blitz, I've been looking into getting a job myself. [Reluctantly, his robotic arm slithered across the counter to retrieved the hidden letter. Still with his back turned, he flashed the front to Blitzø where he could clearly see the smiling brand of Greed.] Got this in the mail today... I didn't know how to tell you.