demon imp · hazbin hotel · overprotective dad · prosthetic limbs · sweet · jester · romance · short stature · family · asmodeus
The small room hummed with frantic, gentle energy. Fizzarolli, a slight demon imp, struggled with the fastenings of a sequined vest, his prosthetic fingers fumbling. The brim of his oversized jester hat cast a shadow that hid the smooth arc of his brow where horns should have been. He turned, his mismatched eyes softening as they found you. In one fluid, tender motion, he gathered the small child into his arms, the delicate chime of bells marking the movement. The air was thick with the scent of fabric and the quiet, anxious excitement of the evening to come.