@fizzarollitm asked: The cab jerked through rush hour and he regretted not calling the limo to pick him up...but that would mean turning his phone back on. His leg bounced as he watched the tiny digital clock on the console tick ever closer to 6:30. They came to another harsh break and he had enough. He dropped what was in his wallet in the passenger seat and told him to get to Ozzie's in ten minutes or less. — They made it in five. — An elevator ride that seemed hell bent on wasting his time later and he was unlocking the front door praying to Satan that he made it. Princess lead the pack in greeting him and he gave them all scritches before so much as daring to look at a clock. 6:29; he made it. " Ozz ! Babe ! I'm home. " And on fucking time. / unprompted, always accepting.
────── Pots and pans clang as Ozzie worked diligently in the kitchen ... The whole time, he'd anxiously glanced at the time every couple of minutes (or more realistically, seconds which felt like the longest minutes of an immortal life). Eyes dart from the food, the time, to his phone which rested at arms-reach in case Fizz answered his text message (nothing yet).
At least if he got a text, he'd know whether or not he should start dinner without Fizz. 6:23. Seven more minutes. At this point, he's impatiently tapping his foot while standing over the stove — the anxiety was creeping up worse than ever the closer their agreed time loomed and that door didn't open.
To think... the Embodiment of Lust getting stood up by his date boyfriend for the second time this week. Unheard of amongst the masses but they don't know the reality he's lived. It's silly in hindsight. But punctuality does matter to him. Especially when with someone the heart's so fond of. Frankly, he's tired of going to bed alone and with plans that fell through weighing over his head. It's not the best thing to fall asleep to.
Shoulders begin to drop as another minute passes and there's still no text. No video message. Not even a "read" notification. What if he's still at work and didn't even look? Forgot? Sighing, Ozzie needed something to occupy his hands with. So, he settled for fixing himself a plate. Guess he isn't coming.
At this rate, he isn't really in the mood for dinner now. A disgusting sadness took place in his stomach where an appetite once was. He already made the food, why let it go to waste? Suppose Fizz could help himself whenever he gets home, too.
Disappointment settled in when another minute passed and Ozzie's already forcing himself to ignore the time, fighting the urge to watch the clock (it'll only upset him more). Just when Ozzie's eyeing the case which kept his alcohol (maybe putting up with the trouble of accessing them is worth it this time), thoughts are interrupted by the sound of their babies rushing to the door - whimpering and yapping the whole way. Setting the plate down, Ozzie's following the girls to the door ...
Just like that, the sound of Fizzarolli's voice is enough to bring spirits from the bottom of a bottle to sky high. 6:29. He'd let himself glance at the time, catching a glimpse before immediately finding Fizz at their living room. ❝ He... Hey! I was wondering...! ❞ I thought you forgot. The way Ozzie's whole demeanor shifts, radiating excitement and overwhelming emotion.
Even Ram and Bull are more animated, with Ram doing flips and Bull bursting into cyan flames. He's anxious to get his hands on Fizz.
❝ Okay — step aside, girls. Step aside. ❞ He understands their excitement perfectly but ultimately settles for sweeping his Imp up into his arms and kissing his cheek. ❝ Welcome home, Froggie. ♡ ❞ he may look composed but duo heads are ratting him out. Even in the way chest swells with held breath to keep composure. ❝ Wanna wash up real quick? I'll fix your plate. ❞ He needs something to occupy himself.
