It's an otherwise quiet day in the Pride ring, or at least Blitzø's corner of it, and maybe he'd had plans or maybe he didn't but either way it wasn't about to stop Fizzarolli. Anyway, it wasn't like it was in Fizz's capacity to check his childhood friend turned enemy turned saviour turned kinda sorta friend again's schedule, even if he'd wanted to, so he figured he could hardly be blamed for whatever it was he was about to barge in on as he kicked the door to Blitzø's office open with a shout:
"Guess who, dickbag!"
He kicked the door closed again on the half-hearted protests of Blitzø's small assistant and the hellhound filming the destruction, then launched himself to slide onto the desk and knock just about everything else onto the floor.
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self-impeding
"Guess who, dickbag!"
He kicked the door closed again on the half-hearted protests of Blitzø's small assistant and the hellhound filming the destruction, then launched himself to slide onto the desk and knock just about everything else onto the floor.
"Just keep it lowkey, will you? I'm incognito."
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