[ waking up dead is NOT something that fizzarolli expected to be happening to him today, and, predictably, he kind of panics. not externally—okay, externally. he rapid-fires questions to the cherub that stuck a sticker on him until he has to stop because said cherub bails to jam a sticker on someone else's chest. ]
████!!!
[ he pauses. squints. ]
████?
[ a realization. ]
I'M CENSORED? Get back here, you little winged ███████!
[ he flings one arm up in frustration, only for the metal limb to clang into—
—a halo? ]
What the ████?!
[ he's SO mad that when someone comes up behind him, he grabs a pie off one of the tables and wheels around, going full clown-mode as he slams it into their face. he did not, in fact, check what kind of pie it was first. ]
hell level
[ well, the worst part (right now) is that he sticks out like a sore thumb even more than usual here. that being, of course, since while he's still in his 'funky cool clown' outfit, it's completely white and gold themed instead of his normal colorful nonsense. also there's the halo, but he's trying not to think about that. he's getting looks and he notices them almost more than he ever has, but he has shit to do, people to find.
he steps right up to a promising prospect and, before they even turn around, says: ]
Hey, have you seen a big guy around? Blue/purple theming, rooster tail, one main face in the middle with a little face on either side...
[ he is making various gestures as he says all of this like he's explaining size and shape, but if you've never seen his giant rooster boyfriend asmodeus, they make absolutely 0 sense. ]
heaven level
[ okay, fuck it all. there's a beach, and he's going to try and chill out on it. so that's what he's doing: laying on a chair on the beach with comically large sunglasses on. he'll only notice if someone's shadow blocks his sweet sweet sun rays, whereupon he'll crack open his eyes and squint. ]
Can I help you?
texting
un: partyclown
hey, can a guy just get a roster or some ████ here? i'm looking for someone.
fizzarolli. helluva boss. heaven-bound.
[ waking up dead is NOT something that fizzarolli expected to be happening to him today, and, predictably, he kind of panics. not externally—okay, externally. he rapid-fires questions to the cherub that stuck a sticker on him until he has to stop because said cherub bails to jam a sticker on someone else's chest. ]
████!!!
[ he pauses. squints. ]
████?
[ a realization. ]
I'M CENSORED? Get back here, you little winged ███████!
[ he flings one arm up in frustration, only for the metal limb to clang into—
—a halo? ]
What the ████?!
[ he's SO mad that when someone comes up behind him, he grabs a pie off one of the tables and wheels around, going full clown-mode as he slams it into their face. he did not, in fact, check what kind of pie it was first. ]
hell level
[ well, the worst part (right now) is that he sticks out like a sore thumb even more than usual here. that being, of course, since while he's still in his 'funky cool clown' outfit, it's completely white and gold themed instead of his normal colorful nonsense. also there's the halo, but he's trying not to think about that. he's getting looks and he notices them almost more than he ever has, but he has shit to do, people to find.
he steps right up to a promising prospect and, before they even turn around, says: ]
Hey, have you seen a big guy around? Blue/purple theming, rooster tail, one main face in the middle with a little face on either side...
[ he is making various gestures as he says all of this like he's explaining size and shape, but if you've never seen his giant rooster boyfriend asmodeus, they make absolutely 0 sense. ]
heaven level
[ okay, fuck it all. there's a beach, and he's going to try and chill out on it. so that's what he's doing: laying on a chair on the beach with comically large sunglasses on. he'll only notice if someone's shadow blocks his sweet sweet sun rays, whereupon he'll crack open his eyes and squint. ]
Can I help you?
texting
un: partyclown
hey, can a guy just get a roster or some ████ here? i'm looking for someone.