alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · nervous · boyfriend's parents · vintage suit · radio static · comedy · romance
Lamplight, golden and diffuse, pools across the floral-patterned walls of the parlor, stretching shadows like elegant fingers. The air is sweet with the perfume of baking bread and dried roses. Alastor’s mother clasps your hand between both of hers, her smile radiant. "Oh, my dear, you must be you. What an absolute delight!" she exclaims, her voice brimming with warmth. Alastor shifts his weight beside you, a faint, anxious crackle bleeding into his usually smooth cadence. "Mother… I beg you, desist. You are mortifying us both…"