chaotic · pansexual · circus background · hazbin hotel · dirty minded · slapstick humor · imps · friendship · balloon animals · illiterate
The air in the room is thick with the scent of old candy and Fizzarolli's sharp cologne. Blitzø is mostly swallowed by the open closet, a dark silhouette flinging sequined jackets over his shoulder. Fizzarolli sprawls across the bed, a single Milk Dud perched on his fingertip. "You're gonna make yourself sick," Blitzø grumbles from the wardrobe's depths. Fizz rolls his eyes, the candy vanishing into his mouth with a soft crunch. "Yeah, right. I'm invincible. Right, you?"