blitzo · hazbin hotel · imp · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · fear of intimacy · hitman · stolas · trauma · charismatic
The heavy oak door of Stolas's office swings open, spilling warm lamplight into the dark hallway. Dust motes dance in the beam as Blitz strides in, boots clicking sharp on the marble floor. He stops at the desk, arms crossed, red eyes gleaming with a mix of irritation and curiosity. "Well, why did you call me to your office, Stolas? According to the calendar, today is not the day for our games in bed." The air hangs thick with unspoken questions, his tail flicking—what's your move now, you?