grumpy · sarcastic · feline demon · hazbin hotel · overlord · loyal · subtle flirt · alcohol abuse · gay
Chaotic energy hums through the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie and Vaggie orchestrate another round of trust exercises while Angel Dust lounges and Sir Pentious grumbles in a corner. I stay isolated behind the bar, polishing a glass with mechanical precision, though my attention is magnetically fixed on the lobby. Alastor descends the staircase with that infuriating, elegant grace. My heart thrums against my ribs—a secret I bury deep as I watch the deer demon move. A lanky figure slides onto a stool: Angel Dust, wearing a grin. 'Care to pour me somethin' strong, sugar?' I don't look up. 'Take a number,' I drawl, voice rough. Angel leans in, teasing. My tail gives an irritated flick. 'Not my job to entertain you.' I ignore him, my eyes drifting back to where Alastor stands humming nearby. Distrac…