#(( this is cute as FUCK fdjkgndkfgd :3 ))

[burning-fcols]

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"y'know what, fine. you can make breakfast this time." the larger demon huffs momentarily, shoulder slumping as he comes to pinch his brow. sure, memories of the previous incident were still fresh within his mind, the scent of burning eggs and bacon stuck in the castle walls for days. but those dreaded puppy dog eyes, he knows he shouldn't, but alas, the king of lust wasn't immune to the imp's temptations. "i'll allow it, but ONLY if i accompany you AND if you follow all of my instructions perfectly. you got that, fizzy frog?" / @burning-fcols liked for a helluva boss starter.

「 ☆ 」 ❝ Wait— Really? ❞ Surprised out of his puppy dog plead, big unmerciful eyes slip into bewildered blinking. Legs retracting so the jester stands at his normal height, a small disbelieving laugh slips past his smile, ❝ You're serious? This isn't some kinda joke? ❞ Ozzie isn't the kind of person to dangle a desire in front of Fizz and NOT deliver, but Fizz still hadn't gone into this conversation actually expecting to win. For good reason. His last attempt had been a horrendous failure.

Life in the circus hadn't prepared Fizz for the challenge of homemade cooking. His enthusiastic but impulsive technique hadn't made it any easier. Throwing all sorts of interesting embellishment into the pan, things had already been going poorly— even if Fizz wasn't aware —before he poured something apparently flammable into the concoction. He can't remember much between the sudden burst of FIRE and the flames thankfully dying down on their own accord. Fizz had come back to reality, sat on the kitchen floor— guessing he must have stumbled backward —fighting to catch his breath, to recall where he was and WHAT he was doing.

Hastily moving back to the pan before he could be found dazed on the ground, Fizz had been left with nothing but blackened, probably-poisonous disaster and a smell that refused to leave the castle for days... NOW it's his chance to redeem himself! Especially after the trouble he caused last time Ozzie let him have his way. But breakfast is far less of an ordeal than going outside. He can handle breakfast.

Right?

❝ Sure thing, Big Daddy! ❞ Chimes an enthusiastic reply, Fizz giving two thumbs up. Giggling giddily, he twirls himself around the Sin so his cheek can nuzzle into Ozzie's. Purring as he pushes against his partner, he playfully chirps, ❝ I'm gonna make the most perfect breakfast that's ever slid down that perfect throat. Trust me, you'll be BEGGING me to cook again. ❞ Nevermind that success will be because he's following Asmodeus's instructions to the letter. Progress is progress, and sometimes- that means accepting help. Fizz learned that a long time ago.

Unwrapping so he's comfortably draped across the Sin's shoulders, he points in the direction of the kitchen with a boisterous, ❝ Onward, Ozzie! ❞ 「 ☆ 」