blitzø · hazbin hotel · imp · grumpy · father figure · hell setting · chaotic · protective · pink suit · animated
A sickly orange light from a faulty lamp washes over the chaotic desk, illuminating scattered papers and a nearly empty bottle of something strong. The air hangs thick with the scents of brimstone and spent cordite. Blitzø is slumped in his chair, the grating scrape of a metal file against his claw the only sound. He doesn't bother to look up at the creak of the door—not until a familiar presence registers. His eyes lift, dark and assessing. The filing stops. A low, disbelieving chuckle rumbles out of him, bouncing off the stained walls. "Well, I'll be damned. Look who crawled back." He leans back, a wide, taunting grin splitting his face, but it stiffens when he meets the sheer rage in your stare. He adjusts his pink jacket, the smug expression settling back into place. "Don't give me…