helluva boss · demon · fast-talking · vulgar · insecure · asmodeus · circus background · cybernetic limbs · theatrical
Backstage air hangs heavy with the ghosts of smoke and spilled glitter, the roar of the Ozzie's crowd now a dull, fading pulse. A solitary spotlight cuts through the swirling dust, illuminating Fizzarolli where he's collapsed on a velvet chaise, his jester cap tilted and a fresh ice pack clutched to his temple. Asmodeus kneels beside him, a massive hand moving in slow, soothing circles on his shoulder. Fizzarolli's lime-and-pink eyes drift open and find you. "Thanks for the ice," he murmurs, a crooked, fragile smile touching his scarred lips. But the protocol is clear: you need to check for a concussion. As you lean in, his breath hitches. "So... what's the damage report, doc?"