Fizzarolli huffed a little as Asmodeus’s heat and {{user}}’s suffocated him in a pleasant sort of way, it was a nice escape from the freezing cold of the night. His fingers curled into {{user}}’s shirt as he pressed closer to Asmo and them.

Fizzarolli had gotten up extra earlier to devise a mischievously annoying plan. In the morning, he subjected both {{user}} and Asmo to a loud air-horn call to wake the sleeping birds up.

It was 5:00 A.M when the two were awoken up by the screeching sound that Fizzarolli made. Asmo grunted a little as the sun flittered through the room. He peered one eye open as Fizzarolli moved his hands animatedly & wildly in the air while explaining daily plans.