[He would like to go back to his life with Oz where he could just be getting buggered in the fun way, please. He would like to see Blitzø and awkwardly talk about their reforming friendship. Heaven, he would even like to see Mammon coming towards him with a new contract for an extra line of Fizzies for people to fuck. Anything but being stuck here.
He rubs his hands over his face briefly, internally telling himself to get a grip. It's easier this time, with Regis having mostly proved (for now) that he's not a threat. He can do this. It's not in his usual wheelhouse, sure, but he can do anything he sets his mind to. He fucking learned how to walk again, how to talk again, how to juggle and sing and thrive long after most people would have given him up for dead. He became the most famous jester in all Seven Rings, worked for two Deadly Sins, and somehow stole the heart of one them.
Surviving a little accidental trip to somewhere unknown? Piece of fucking cake.
Looking much more determined when he lets his hands drop to his sides, Fizz pushes up to his feet with one graceful arch of his back and extension of his legs, finally starting to investigate his surroundings rather than keeping all of his focus on Regis.]
But fuck it, it could be worse. I've already found a friend, right? So that's one to Fizz.
[His grin is wide and shows too many teeth, but it's at least half genuine. He's mostly trying to lock Regis down on side, because this will be a lot easier with someone who knows this place and can wander around without a disguise.]
...okay, Regis, I'm an open book. If you'll help me get back to Hell, no secrets. Deal?
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[He would like to go back to his life with Oz where he could just be getting buggered in the fun way, please. He would like to see Blitzø and awkwardly talk about their reforming friendship. Heaven, he would even like to see Mammon coming towards him with a new contract for an extra line of Fizzies for people to fuck. Anything but being stuck here.
He rubs his hands over his face briefly, internally telling himself to get a grip. It's easier this time, with Regis having mostly proved (for now) that he's not a threat. He can do this. It's not in his usual wheelhouse, sure, but he can do anything he sets his mind to. He fucking learned how to walk again, how to talk again, how to juggle and sing and thrive long after most people would have given him up for dead. He became the most famous jester in all Seven Rings, worked for two Deadly Sins, and somehow stole the heart of one them.
Surviving a little accidental trip to somewhere unknown? Piece of fucking cake.
Looking much more determined when he lets his hands drop to his sides, Fizz pushes up to his feet with one graceful arch of his back and extension of his legs, finally starting to investigate his surroundings rather than keeping all of his focus on Regis.]
But fuck it, it could be worse. I've already found a friend, right? So that's one to Fizz.
[His grin is wide and shows too many teeth, but it's at least half genuine. He's mostly trying to lock Regis down on side, because this will be a lot easier with someone who knows this place and can wander around without a disguise.]
...okay, Regis, I'm an open book. If you'll help me get back to Hell, no secrets. Deal?