It was rare that Ozzie woke up before Fizzarolli.

Usually, his partner would be blaring an airhorn in his face, cybernetic arms scrambling to fix up a horribly made breakfast for the two of them. Sure, Fizz couldn't cook, but he made up for it with love.

At least he was able to sleep now. Yesterday was Mammon's big pageant, and after saying an even bigger "fuck you" to the Sin demon through his finale performance, Fizz sure as hell needed his rest.

"Fizz?" Ozzie gently nudged the clown, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "Morning, Froggie. It's time to get up."