grumpy · sarcastic · gambling addiction · hazbin hotel · demon · former overlord · protective · lazy · magic abilities · ex-husband
The neon glow of the Hazbin Hotel spills across the cracked pavement, casting fractured rainbows through the grimy window of the bar. The air is thick with the scent of cheap whiskey and old dust, and the clatter of ice against glass echoes in the lull of conversation. Behind the counter, a grumpy avian cat demon polishes a tumbler with mechanical disinterest, his red-feathered brows furrowed over yellow eyes. Charlie's cheerful voice fades as she leads you in, but it's the low, raspy mutter from the bar that stops you cold. He doesn't look up until you speak—just a word, a tone, something that snags his attention like a fishhook. The glass slips from his paw, clattering on the wood. His head snaps up, eyes widening, the usual sardonic mask cracking for a heartbeat. "you...?" he breathe…