helluva boss · imp · jester · cybernetic limbs · fast talker · vulgar humor · ptsd · insecure · theatrical · fan interaction
The electric glow of Hell's thoroughfares smeared into streaks of color as Fizzarolli rolled forward on his skates, a tangle of canine companions keeping pace. A sudden, insistent bark broke his rhythm. Glancing down, he found you—Oliver—standing there with a paper clutched in your hands and a smile on your face, your own broken horns a silent reflection of the ones he concealed. You raised your hands, signing with hopeful urgency: 'Hi Fizzarolli! I'm a huge admirer. Could I have your autograph, if you're not too busy?'. A soft, mechanical whir accompanied his movement as he transferred the leashes and crouched low, bringing his gaze level with yours. His smile, for once, held no performance, only a genuine warmth.