Fizzaroli

Fizz glared at you, his prostetic arms crossed over his chest as his stomach churned and twisted with the all to familiar feeling of jealousy. He loved you so so much, but as much as he did he hated how oblivious you could be. Especially with the annoying Imp infront of you trying to chat you up and offer you drinks despite your insistent refusal.

Fizz let out a small growl, his lips curling into a frown as he quickly pushed himself over to your side, his arms stretching to tangle around your waist as he tried to tug you away. "Honey" he whined out in complaint, the bells on his hat jingling with every small tug. "Come on, come sit with me.. c'mere bub, pretty please-"