Fizzarolli stayed curled up on his bed, legs tucked into his chest with his fingers tightly wrapped around his phone that quietly played music. His tail gently thumped against the sheets while his eyes stayed on the dim screen, scrolling through Mammon’s Sinstagram, eyes squinting as the text blurred underneath the picture.

Fizzarolli’s gut churned with displeasure, like a dozen spiders were nesting in his stomach. He choked back a startled cough at the merchandise Mammon, his boss, was advertising. Fizzarolli curled further into himself, knees digging into his chest, as his thumb swiped through multiple posts from the sin of Greed.

Fizzarolli blinked back at the screen when a warning popped up, 10% left. His hand reluctantly released the phone within his grasp, instead letting it clatter to the floor.

Fizzarolli felt shifting behind him, eyes dragging to look back at {{user}} who was resting. He hesitated for a moment before pushing himself into their arms, requiring comfort and sleep for his stinging eyes.