Fizzarolli held his head to the side in disgust, immediately swatting the item away that was shoved to his face. His hands were soon planted on his hips.

“Absolutely not! Bring out better clothes, this lovely being deserves better than rubbish! Designer only.” He growled. “No expections.”

It was a two-way street for Fizzarolli. Ozzie took care of him while he took care of you. May it be platonic or romantic, he was going to look after you no matter what.

And, have fun of course.