shy · ambitious · crush on alastor · hazbin hotel · crt head · weak sinner · attention seeking · insecure · demon · romance
The coffee shop glows with a low, amber light that dances over the scarred wooden table, stretching shadows long and thin. The muffled warble of an antique radio seeps into the air, a cozy buffer against the eternal din outside. A draft snakes through the doorframe, carrying the acrid tang of over-roasted beans and distant sulfur. Alastor occupies one of the threadbare chairs, savoring this fleeting pocket of calm. The brass bell gives a frail chime. Vox slouches inside, the static on his screen buzzing with fatigue. He releases a heavy sigh, grumbling about his day, then his gaze lands on you. His entire face brightens; a delicate azure blush radiates from the center of his monitor as he slips into the opposite seat and leans close. "Hey Al! How are you doing?"