[Recovering from the fire was... an ordeal. There was a lot of trauma, a lot of suffering and pain, but both Blitzø and Fizzarolli made it through the other side. Fizz was getting help with prosthetics from some crazy cool engineers in Lust, and Blitzø was hopping from gig to gig to help keep a roof over their heads and from debt piling up too much.
Somewhere in the midst of all the healing, Blitzø's unspoken confession was way too obvious and while it wasn't ever explicitly said, the two imps seemed to be into each other.
After losing a bodyguard gig with a pop star and getting out of jail with his meager means of paying bail, Blitzø is excited to zip home and slam his hands on the counter.]
[The road to recovery was a long and trying time. The fire had taken so much from them, things that they could never get back. Even after the flames had been extinguished, the scars of that happened remained. Some more obviously physical that some... The two only have each other to relay one now. A pair of broken clowns. Well, ex-clowns.
But through it all, Blitzø stood beside him. Thought never spoken aloud about the reasons why, the way the other imp doted on him, the little stolen glances that made Fizz's heart leap in his chest was clue enough for his best friend's intentions. Ooooor he could be way off base and was reading too much into things. Fuck. Fuckity fuckity fuck.
Despite Blitzø's best efforts to keep the two of them afloat, they needed money. Real money. The bills for Fizz's physical therapy were stacking up. And now, with the addition of getting good robotic limbs and not some cheapo back alley chop shop ones, it was going to bury them alive. Guilt twisted in the little imp's gut thinking about all the bullshit Blitzø had to go through for him. With him on the mend... it was about time he returned the favor...
Standing in the kitchen of their small little apartment, Fizz stared down at a letter on the counter. It bore the mark of the King of Greed himself, Mammon. Tentative machinal fingers toyed with the seal before Blitzø came barreling in. Startled, Fizz quickly hid the letter under a stack of old bills before turning around with a sigh.]
If its about moving to Wrath to open up a horse ranch again, my answer is still no.
C'mooooon, that's still one of my better ideas! But no, that wasn't the new idea.
[Blitzø laid across the table, overdramatic as always when he was excited.]
What iiiiiiif instead of getting into bullshit down here. I find a way to get me up there?
[He gestures vaguely! Oh no.]
See, while I was bodyguarding that fucking BITCH who didn't fucking GET me, there was a funny little thing we got to do... go up to the mortal world! Now, she only took me like once but those Asmo-whatever crystals work fucking perfectly.
And y'see, I've been practicing at the gun range all this time, gettin' to be a better and better shot - what if I take jobs from Sinners to go blow the heads off of mortals? Sinners are endless clientèle, ALWAYS with the grudges and the blah blah blah my sad life story shit! We just gotta get in good with this Asmodeus guy - anyone that works for that guy can get their crystal to head up whenever they want!
[Blitzø's dramatics got a slight chuckle from Fizz before he went off on his little tangent. With each word the smile on his face faded leaving behind a flat questioning stare.]
So, let me get this straight... [Fizz huffed, crossing his arms as he cocked out a hip to give the other imp a raised brow.] You want me to steal from one of the seven Deadly Sins so you can go murder fuckers topside?
['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.
[He's... not upset? Relief soothed his belly and it became easier to breathe again. Turning slightly, he smiled at the offered hand and he reached out to take it.]
Yeah, it is. [Fizz shifted to face Blitzø properly.] I've been thinking about accepting the gig, you know? If I get picked, this could be our chance to earn some money. Real money. No more you bustin' your ass at all these part time jobs. Wouldn't that be great?
[There is was. That little flip in his chest as he felt Blitzø's arm slide around his shoulders. Heat flooded his cheeks and his gaze darted to a blank space on the floor.]
You know its always been my dream the best clown out there. Ever since the accident I've felt... like a part of me died that day. I know you say I have talent but... I need to prove to myself that I still got it. You've been... amazing to me. [Fizz's eyes flickered back to Blitzø with a light chuckle.] If you still want to work in Lust, you can always wear those slutty clothes home.
No way, you'll never survive me being sexy all the time. Or, sexier.
[A little squeeze around the shoulders!]
C'mon. Trust me, Fizz. I did actually a shit ton of research on this. The big places put on shows and the benefits fucking rule. If you wanted to introduce a little bit of the circus to a burlesque show, you'd have everyone begging to eat outta yer hands. And the best part is you never have to touch a single one of those fuckers unless you wanna.
[Fizz gave Blitzø a playful shove at his 'sexier' remark. But he fell silent again, listening to his ramble on. M-maybe he's right...Maybe this was a horrible idea. But Greed was were the money was, right? And Mammon was the king of all kings of clowns. A little flicker of hope was snuffed out in his chest as his robotic arms coiled around himself, tail curling about his ankles. Lust? Who would want to see a broken and scarred imp like him? He didn't mind a little lime light but all those eyes looking at him with sinful hunger? It made his skin itch.]
I-I don't know Blitz... Preforming is one thing but... People lookin' at me like that? That is if they would even want to. I'm sure there's a few creeps who would be into the whole amputee kink.
Fuuuuck the amputee kink assholes, I'm not talking about them!
[Blitzø nuzzled his cheek against Fizz's, his tail coiling around the other's.]
Listen, I've been swinging a bat at everyone batting their eyes at you the whole fuckin' time, Fizz. You got talent, you got a sexy new smoky voice, you got a killer bod, and you know how to work it.
You're a fuckin' amazing performer. You make people laugh, and that loosens 'em up to feel all kinds of good. You got this.
And if it doesn't work out, hey, I'll apply with you for the Greed gig! I'll make sure no motherfucker even breathes the wrong way at you.
[And just like that, Blitzø was able to smooth everything out. To put his feet back on solid ground. If only he had a fraction of the confidence Blitzø had. A husky chuckle hummed in his chest as he nuzzled back into his friend.]
Okay, okay, you convinced me. Lets give this Lust thing a try. You're right, if things don't work out I can try out the Greed gig. BuUut~ [Fizz dipped out of the other imp's arm, putting some space between them to cast a flirty grin over his shoulder.] Try not to get fired and bludgeon every patron who looks my way. You know there is only one guy I want that from.
[A visual shiver ran up his spine feeling the teasing brush of Blitzø's tail tickled the soft spot along his lower back. The jester failed to conceal a soft moan as his metal knees shook under him.]
Oh yeah. [Fizzarolli gasped out.] He certainly knows how to run that big fat mouth of his.
[Equal parts playful and seductive, Blitzø wrapped his arms around Fizz and swung him around in a few twirls, only to flop back-first onto their shared bed with Fizz trapped in a hug on top of him.]
[Damn, caught. Not that the little jester put up a fight to resist being swung up into a twirling embrace. The small shared space rung with joyful laughter as the pair spun around before coming to its abrupt end, flopping back onto their bed. For a moment Fizz lay still on top of Blitzø enjoying the warmth it gave. A chuckle hummed in his throat as he raised his head slightly to look down at his long time friend.]
Seriously Blitz... I don't know why you waste your time on me. [He expression softening.] But thank you... for... sticking around.
[Fizz leans into the gentle kiss, making one of his mechanized legs cock up. It was just a breif connection but it got a soft moan from the little imp before Blitzø broke it off. Looking back down at him with warmth in his eyes, Fizz ran a metalic hand over Blitzø’s cheek.]
You always sell yourself short, Blitz. Sure, you made a trash ass clown but you're good at other things I'm not. That's what I like about you.
[He laughs a little at himself, amused at the joke, at least. He puts another little kiss on Fizz's lip.]
I'm not gonna fuckin' ditch you. I'm ride or die, you couldn't get rid of me if you wanted.
[He's seen Fizz at his worst, deep in pain and fighting to survive - and that was his fault. The very least he could do was take care of his best friend. And even if it wasn't his fault, he couldn't think of being anywhere else.]
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Somewhere in the midst of all the healing, Blitzø's unspoken confession was way too obvious and while it wasn't ever explicitly said, the two imps seemed to be into each other.
After losing a bodyguard gig with a pop star and getting out of jail with his meager means of paying bail, Blitzø is excited to zip home and slam his hands on the counter.]
FIZZ! I have a fucking idea!
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But through it all, Blitzø stood beside him. Thought never spoken aloud about the reasons why, the way the other imp doted on him, the little stolen glances that made Fizz's heart leap in his chest was clue enough for his best friend's intentions. Ooooor he could be way off base and was reading too much into things. Fuck. Fuckity fuckity fuck.
Despite Blitzø's best efforts to keep the two of them afloat, they needed money. Real money. The bills for Fizz's physical therapy were stacking up. And now, with the addition of getting good robotic limbs and not some cheapo back alley chop shop ones, it was going to bury them alive. Guilt twisted in the little imp's gut thinking about all the bullshit Blitzø had to go through for him. With him on the mend... it was about time he returned the favor...
Standing in the kitchen of their small little apartment, Fizz stared down at a letter on the counter. It bore the mark of the King of Greed himself, Mammon. Tentative machinal fingers toyed with the seal before Blitzø came barreling in. Startled, Fizz quickly hid the letter under a stack of old bills before turning around with a sigh.]
If its about moving to Wrath to open up a horse ranch again, my answer is still no.
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[Blitzø laid across the table, overdramatic as always when he was excited.]
What iiiiiiif instead of getting into bullshit down here. I find a way to get me up there?
[He gestures vaguely! Oh no.]
See, while I was bodyguarding that fucking BITCH who didn't fucking GET me, there was a funny little thing we got to do... go up to the mortal world! Now, she only took me like once but those Asmo-whatever crystals work fucking perfectly.
And y'see, I've been practicing at the gun range all this time, gettin' to be a better and better shot - what if I take jobs from Sinners to go blow the heads off of mortals? Sinners are endless clientèle, ALWAYS with the grudges and the blah blah blah my sad life story shit! We just gotta get in good with this Asmodeus guy - anyone that works for that guy can get their crystal to head up whenever they want!
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So, let me get this straight... [Fizz huffed, crossing his arms as he cocked out a hip to give the other imp a raised brow.] You want me to steal from one of the seven Deadly Sins so you can go murder fuckers topside?
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[Blitzø's tail curled playfully - he was now completely laying on the table, over all their overdue bills and threats of eviction.]
I applied for a product tester or cage slut! But you've got the less niche appeal. You could blow this big chicken out of the water.
[He gives Fizz a couple of playful pokes to his collarbone, nothing rough.]
Plus, then we get to dress like sexy sluts all the time for work! WAY better than some shitty nanny gig or bodyguard job or frying fast food.
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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.
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Hey, that's awesome, that means I'm right and your talents are shining.
[He reaches out a hand, wiggling his fingers for Fizz to take it.]
A Greed gig, huh? Fancy looking letter... that's uh, not a Mammon letter, is it?
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Yeah, it is. [Fizz shifted to face Blitzø properly.] I've been thinking about accepting the gig, you know? If I get picked, this could be our chance to earn some money. Real money. No more you bustin' your ass at all these part time jobs. Wouldn't that be great?
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[Blitzø sighed, leaning back and resting his head on his hand. His tail was swishing in agitation.]
Greed's the shittiest ring. I don't want either of us getting caught up in some motherfucker's shit like... like my dad's.
[Finally sliding off the counter, Blitzø walked to Fizz's side and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.]
You deserve better. WAY better. We both deserve better than Greed ring, if we can swing it, y'know?
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You know its always been my dream the best clown out there. Ever since the accident I've felt... like a part of me died that day. I know you say I have talent but... I need to prove to myself that I still got it. You've been... amazing to me. [Fizz's eyes flickered back to Blitzø with a light chuckle.] If you still want to work in Lust, you can always wear those slutty clothes home.
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[A little squeeze around the shoulders!]
C'mon. Trust me, Fizz. I did actually a shit ton of research on this. The big places put on shows and the benefits fucking rule. If you wanted to introduce a little bit of the circus to a burlesque show, you'd have everyone begging to eat outta yer hands. And the best part is you never have to touch a single one of those fuckers unless you wanna.
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[Fizz gave Blitzø a playful shove at his 'sexier' remark. But he fell silent again, listening to his ramble on. M-maybe he's right...Maybe this was a horrible idea. But Greed was were the money was, right? And Mammon was the king of all kings of clowns. A little flicker of hope was snuffed out in his chest as his robotic arms coiled around himself, tail curling about his ankles. Lust? Who would want to see a broken and scarred imp like him? He didn't mind a little lime light but all those eyes looking at him with sinful hunger? It made his skin itch.]
I-I don't know Blitz... Preforming is one thing but... People lookin' at me like that? That is if they would even want to. I'm sure there's a few creeps who would be into the whole amputee kink.
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[Blitzø nuzzled his cheek against Fizz's, his tail coiling around the other's.]
Listen, I've been swinging a bat at everyone batting their eyes at you the whole fuckin' time, Fizz. You got talent, you got a sexy new smoky voice, you got a killer bod, and you know how to work it.
You're a fuckin' amazing performer. You make people laugh, and that loosens 'em up to feel all kinds of good. You got this.
And if it doesn't work out, hey, I'll apply with you for the Greed gig! I'll make sure no motherfucker even breathes the wrong way at you.
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Okay, okay, you convinced me. Lets give this Lust thing a try. You're right, if things don't work out I can try out the Greed gig. BuUut~ [Fizz dipped out of the other imp's arm, putting some space between them to cast a flirty grin over his shoulder.] Try not to get fired and bludgeon every patron who looks my way. You know there is only one guy I want that from.
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[Shooting back a grin, Blitzø trailed after him.]
Who is he? He cute? Can I fuck him too?
[Of course he knows that Fizz means him, but if he can get a laugh, it's worth playing dumb.]
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Oh~ I think you might know him. He makes really shitty jokes. A bit of a dick head, but he's alright.
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Love a guy that can make me laugh. Does his shitty humor tickle ya, Fizz? Or maybe he's just got a mouth talented in other ways~
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Oh yeah. [Fizzarolli gasped out.] He certainly knows how to run that big fat mouth of his.
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[Equal parts playful and seductive, Blitzø wrapped his arms around Fizz and swung him around in a few twirls, only to flop back-first onto their shared bed with Fizz trapped in a hug on top of him.]
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Seriously Blitz... I don't know why you waste your time on me. [He expression softening.] But thank you... for... sticking around.
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[He was the one that fucked everything up. He was the one who...
...
Blitzø squeezed Fizz in a hug before pulling him into a kiss. Shh. None of that.]
You're so fucking cool. Always were, always will be. You're the best.
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You always sell yourself short, Blitz. Sure, you made a trash ass clown but you're good at other things I'm not. That's what I like about you.
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[He laughs a little at himself, amused at the joke, at least. He puts another little kiss on Fizz's lip.]
I'm not gonna fuckin' ditch you. I'm ride or die, you couldn't get rid of me if you wanted.
[He's seen Fizz at his worst, deep in pain and fighting to survive - and that was his fault. The very least he could do was take care of his best friend. And even if it wasn't his fault, he couldn't think of being anywhere else.]
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[Fizz flicked his long tongue at Blitzø, smirking. Reposition himself untop of him, Blitz felt cold steel pushing up on either side of his thighs.]
Oh yeah? Guess you're also stuck with me too. What are you gonna do about that?
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Weeeeell, I guess we could lube up so we're more slippery than sticky, whatcha think?
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