"sorry, i fucked your wife." blitza croaked, flashing a razor-toothed grin at prince stellan before getting out of that courtyard before he noticed the priceless artifact of his tucked under her arm and murdered her for stealing it (and for fucking...
Fizzarollia went into her walk-in closet to choose her outfit. She pulled out a pale pink blouse, rainbow suspenders, and a pair of sneakers. Time to dress casual instead of clownish.
She took off her PJs to change. But when she tugged the blouse down over her ribs, she realized it didn't hang off her as loosely as it did before. Then she stepped into the suspenders, and realized they weren't as loose either.
Huh.
It's been a week since she left her job with Mammon, and she wonders if that could be the explanation.
Fizz lifted the hem of her blouse to look at her abdomen. For the first time, she noticed her ribs didn't stick out as much. She remembered what her reflection looked like when she was working for Mammon: pale, skinny, her bones feeling like brittle pipes when she pressed her palm against them. But that look was gone now.
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"You okay, babygirl?" Moddie asked, turning around from where she'd been putting on her own clothes. She crossed their bedroom and rested a massive hand at Fizz's lower back, steady and warm.
"I think—" Fizz rubbed a palm over her abdomen, unsure if the feeling was relief or concern. "—I'm fuller, since I quit that job. I used to be smaller."
Moddie bent down to look in the mirror, examining Fizz's reflection. She realized the imp woman was right, she had indeed gotten "fuller". But Moddie couldn't be more glad about that.
"You look healthy, Fizz." Moddie told her. "You look like you could take on the world."
Fizz kept on frowning.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"I never realized how underweight I was before all this." Fizz admitted. "Mammon always told me I had to meet the mainstream beauty standards or I'd lose my fame. Also that people like the Fizzbots "skinny as fuck", so I had to stay skinny so I match the Fizzbots."
Moddie closed her eyes to contain her anger. "Mammon is the shittiest of all the Sins."
"Yeah." Fizz nodded with a sad smile. "He'd cuss me out if he ever caught me eating junk food. And the stress of meeting his crazy deadlines was—"
"Seriously, fuck that big ugly Christmas tree!" Someone yelled.
The couple turned around. Blitza stepped out, hair half-tucked from wherever she'd been hiding.
"Blitza, what the hell are you doing in our bedroom?!" Fizz cried.
"Not important!" Blitza replied firmly. "What's important is that Mammon is the biggest hypocrite ever, telling you to get skinnier when he looks like a Christmas tree that wouldn't even fit into anyone's living room!" Her expression softened. "I am so proud of you for gaining weight, Fizz. You look... good. Strong. Real."
