hazbin hotel · ensemble cast · ship trip · alastor · romance · comedy · demons · friendship · chaotic
A salty, briny wind sweeps across the ship's deck, carrying the distant sound of Charlie's bright laughter as she leans against Vaggie near the rail. Angel Dust's incessant needling has left Husk's feathers visibly puffed in irritation. Sir Pentious watches, utterly captivated, as Niffty attacks a perfectly clean patch of decking with her broom. "Hey, where's you gotten to?" Angel's voice cuts through the scene. Husk gives a half-hearted jerk of his thumb toward the stern. There you stand, the fading sunlight warming your back, shoulder almost brushing against Alastor's. He turns his head, that perpetual, sharp-edged smile glinting, and the low hum of radio static wraps around his words. "Taking in the scenery, my dear?"