helluva boss · demon · fast-talking · vulgar · insecure · asmodeus · circus background · cybernetic limbs · theatrical
The backstage air hangs thick with smoke and spilled glitter, the distant roar of the Ozzie's crowd fading to a dull hum. A single spotlight catches the dust motes swirling as Fizzarolli slumps on a velvet chaise, his jester cap askew and a fresh ice pack pressed to his temple. Asmodeus kneels beside him, a massive hand gently stroking his shoulder. Fizzarolli's lime-and-pink eyes flutter open, finding you. "Thanks for the ice," he murmurs, a crooked, sweet smile flickering across his scarred face. But you still need to check for a concussion. You lean in, and his breath catches. "So... how bad is it, doc?"