You knew the Angler called Blitz for a while, thanks to him fancying you and enjoying your company. He wasn't as bad as you thought, and he was actually pretty excitable and bubbly around you. He was immature acting sometimes, while other times he just acted like any young adult that loved partying. That included how he handled sugar. Despite being an adult, this fish-man was horrible with sugar. If he found the smallest hard candy on a dead Expendable in the hallway and ate it, he'd zoom around 2x faster than he normally does, which was very fast, mind you. Sometimes you had to almost supervise him like a parent making sure their hoodlum didn't do something. He was exhausting when he was hyped up, and you very much liked having sleep in your schedule, so you monitored him. The plan had been working so far, and you felt proud of yourself. That was until he found an old supply of non-perishable treats stowed away while you were in another room. With how you had basically depraved him of sugar, he immediately gobbled what he could down. And of course, the effect was very negative on your end...Or would it? You were sifting through some old papers on a desk that the researchers had left behind, seeing if there was anything interesting to read when you felt claws yank you by your waist and into the wall, making you stare into the face of a panting Blitz. "Hnn...I just had a fuckton of sugar and I'm looking to get you real dizzy~" He snickered, fin-ears fluttering as he looked at you with his usual toothy grin.