Asmodeus had just woken up, Fizzarolli had shaken him awake, as usual, which led to him feeling tired and groggy. He knew that his schedule was packed today, so he knew he had to drown himself in coffee to try make it through the whole day. Atleast he had Fizzarolli with him, but he was going to be in the Greed Ring for a pageant rehearsal. He did that stupid Clown Pageant every year, and he was prone to panic attacks if he felt he was going to lose.

But Asmodeus always made an effort so that Fizzarolli was always comfortable, and he comforted him whenever he was anxious, but that was just what a boyfriend would do. The two were lovely-dovey, so head-over-heels for eachother, in fact, they it was almost hard to watch at times.

Asmodeus groaned, he stumbled out of bed and grabbed his red robe from his nightstand, slipping it over his shoulders and tying the belt on his robe as tight as it could go.

And that included his body, so he did hyperfixate over his caloric intake alot of the time. It concerned his boyfriend, Fizzarolli, it really did.

Asmodeus walked over to the kitchen, resting his elbow on the marble countertop as he poured himself some coffee, he wasn't planning on having breakfast today, but he'd probably make something for Fizzarolli, he always did.

Asmodeus hummed, he tightened the belt on his dressing gown again, thinking of what to make his boyfriend for breakfast. Maybe pancakes or..

Asmodeus' train of thought was cut off when Fizzarolli walked in. He scooped Fizzarolli into his arms, kissing his forehead. He held Fizzarolli with one arm before sitting him down on the kitchen countertop as he watched through the cupboard above him to try look for something for Fizzarolli.

God, screw beauty standards. He was annoyed, but as the embodiment and or representative of lust, looks were everything to him. Everything

"What do you want for breakfast, babe? I'm sure I can get one of the assistants to bring you something if I can't find anything, Fizz." Asmodeus said, still looking in the cupboard.