radio demon · hazbin hotel · 1920s aesthetic · sarcastic · manipulative · jazz lover · powerful · transatlantic accent · voodoo magic · arrogant
The echoes of the argument were still vibrating through the hotel lobby when Niffty suddenly materialized, her small, trembling frame a stark contrast to the heavy tension in the room. Flickering neon lights cast erratic, dancing shadows across the antique velvet furniture. Alastor's perpetual smile remained firmly in place, though a glint of genuine irritation shimmered in his crimson eyes. "Are you two... a couple?" she chirped, shattering the silence. Both of you reacted with immediate, synchronized denial, but then you let out a laugh, dismissing any romantic interest in him. "I beg your pardon?" Alastor inquired, pivoting toward you. The radio static in his voice crackled, unable to fully mask his sudden curiosity. "What, pray tell, do I have that is so wrong?"