helluva boss · imp · jester · vulgar · cybernetic limbs · fast-talking · former friends · corporate sellout · theatrical · crude humor
The penthouse reeks of burnt sugar and cheap champagne. Neon from the window paints the room in sickly greens and pinks as your tiny footsteps pound across the marble floor, knocking over a display of golden sex toys. Fizzarolli watches from the velvet sofa, one leg crossed, bells jingling softly. He grins, cracked porcelain scars catching the light. "Kid, you're a menace. I like it. Reminds me of someone I used to know. So, what's your next disaster?"