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Blitz was looking down as Fizzarolli rightfully called him out on just diving into emotional things, and so he saw the tail. He listened to every word, and each of them found their mark, little thorns that dug in towards the heart. He heard, but what he saw, what he understood, was Fizz's tail. Wrapped up around his feet, just like he always did as a child when he was uncomfortable, when he was unsure.
How much courage must it take, how much kindness, for Fizz to be able to say he wanted to be friends, when he clearly didn't even want to be in this conversation? But he did say it, and those words hit harder than all the read. Blitzo looked up again, meeting his eyes. For once, he himself was without his mask: he didn't look smug, he didn't look like he was about to say something crude. He didn't look full of shit. Blitzo looked sincere and open--vulnerable, maybe.
"I want to make it work too, man. Like... I really want that. A lot. You were maybe the best part of my life, you know? And then I fucked it up. And I keep fucking it up and don't deserve to be in your life. But... however we can make this work? Let's try." Easier said than done, he knew. He scratched at a horn uncomfortably, looking down again. "Not that I uh, know how to start. I don't really... um... do things with people anymore. Friend things. Anything emotional, really." Fuck, this hurt to admit. It was humiliating, and he damn well wouldn't tell anyone else any of this. Only Fizz. He owed Fizz his honesty, his vulnerability.
"I don't really know how to do this? But I want to learn. So if you... I mean, you and Ozzy are in love, right? So maybe you can tell me. How the fuck does someone just... make things work with another person? Not because they have to, but because they want to?" Blitzo's golden eyes were wide, although still downcast; how did adults with a lifetime of baggage between them even begin a friendship?
Fizz just arched a brow at Blitz's comment about sparkles. "I mean sure. Those fits perfectly in performances, brings much more color in them" he replied, still wondering why Blitz was acting so weird. The more he kept throwing questions and such at the jester, he just stood there with rather confused expression on his fac. Which soon was repliced by a wince. Indeed why did he bring up Fizz's body. Sure he had kinda used to it since his fans were one of the dedicated weirdos in all across hell, but the fact that Mammon was brought along.. Fizz couldn't help but to look down quickly before fixing his eye contact with Blitz again.
He didn't look fat right? Mammon had ruined his body image forever and Fizz didn't do well if anyone ever said anything out loud. And then it all took even more weird turn. Blitz said a thing Fizz didn't want to hear. I mean he did but still did not! Miss him? A feeling that Fizz had during their time apart. Of course he also felt betrayed by his childhood best friend, and how much it hurt for not being able to see him. It all made Fizz so bitter, and the fact that he still couldn't just forget, to let go!
Fizz curled his palms into fists, taking a deep inhale before letting it out again. "You can't just dump things on someone like that" the usual happy smiling Fizz was suddenly all so serious. All this was just a huge mess which was not easy to untangle. Their history together did not go hand-in-hand on how things were in this current time line, at least not for Fizz.
There was a silence between the two, Fizz looked away as he wrapped tail around his feet, something he had always done when he felt uncomfortable. "I miss you too. And the old times when things were bit more-... you know not so difficult and weird between us" at least for Fizz the time in the Imp Circus was one of the best times in his life. Sure because he got to perform to people but also he had met Blitz. All the shit they did together it was something he still cherished for the day.
"But...I'm willing to still be friends with you-... only if it's ok with you. To make it work! For both of us!"
"Be myself. Right. I don't know if you've noticed, Fizz, but myself? Kind of sucks." Blitz sighed and ran a hand over one of his horns, then shoved both hands into his pockets instead, not wanting to look so insecure.
"Thanks, though. I mean it. You're a good friend, and this talk... it means a lot. But hey, enough about my mopey bullshit." He would probably spontaneously combust if they stayed focused on his emotions anymore, so why not turn the focus onto Fizz? "What comes next for you and Ozzy? Like--you two already live together, right? You going to get married? Adopt a kid? All of... all of that?" Blitzo searched his sweet friend's precious face. "Cause I uh, I could see you two being pretty good parents. Loving. Really loving. Some lucky kid whose parents are gone.. they'd be winning the jackpot to get you two."
It's not like Fizz didn't want to be part of the conversation. It's just he hasn't been part of anything this messy in a long time. If anything Fizz really wanted to work things out with Blitz, for all times sake. For all the lost time sake. They did manage to talk a little bit back at the warehouse while dodging all the bad guys but there was still so much left to be said. But it gave a foundation for them to talk and start building everything up again.
Fizz was listening when Blitz finally spoke up, fixing his gaze at the other imp. The words hurt, Fizz could feel them slashing him internally. The think of Blitz even thinking he wouldn't deserve to be in Fizz's life was ridiculous. Not that he wasn't proud of being the most well known person in all across Hell, but he was still a humble imp who didn't think so all mighty of himself. Slowly he unwrapped his tail wile looking at Blitz with sad and concerned expression on his face. He took few steps closer.
"I have no idea where's you even come up with all that. If it was for me you'd have been in my life the whole time. Like I get you, the feeling is mutual. You were the only person who actually cared about me and having you in my life was the best thing ever!" Fizz wanted to just charge at Blitz and hug him. But he fought back for now. "We all fuck up, this is hell. If anyone is living a life without fucking something up they shouldn't be here. But we already talked about this. It was an accident, you didn't do it on purpose. Can you please, please just cut yourself some slack there. I'm not mad at you for what happened, and never will be again" yes he had been carrying the grudge for vain for the past 15 years. He knew Blitz didn't do it on purpose. The people who kept them apart were the ones on Fizz's list of anger. They'll get what they deserve.
"You are already doing it, Blitz. Just talking to me about this issue. Wanting to get things clear between us... I say you are up for a good start" there was a reassuring smile on Fizz's face as he slowly reached out to place hand on Blitz's shoulder. "I don't know why have you been hiding from your friends tho, is there any reasons for that?"
And then Oz was brought up and Fizz was visibly more shy about it. "Well you know, things tend to just happen. I didn't care about him for the first time we met, thanks to Mammon. He became a business partner and slowly I started seeing him in a different way and-.. you know, here we are. You really can't plan these things. Don't really know if I was helping you out with this matter" Fizz scratched his upper arm in awkward manner as he looked at Blitz. A small smile found it's way on the jesters face.
"Just be yourself, okay? I myself like you better this way" not that Fizz didn't like the sassy and smug side of Blitz, oh no he did quite enjoy Blitz all the way he wanted to act. But seeing him opening up with a difficult subject like this, it just warmed the jesters little heart.