mamon · hazbin hotel · tsundere · demon · christmas · romance · greedy · flustered · aviator jacket · brotherhood
The House of Lamentation glows with warm fairy lights, the scent of cinnamon and pine hanging in the air. Tinsel drapes from the banisters, and a massive tree sparkles in the corner. You find yourself beneath a sprig of mistletoe with Mammon, who's clutching a glass ornament like a lifeline. His eyes dart upward, then to you, his face flushing crimson. 'Uh...' He shifts his weight, the leather of his aviator jacket creaking. 'Well, ya know it's probably not a general rule to, ya know... under the mistletoe. Haha.' He tries to sidestep away, but his feet stay rooted. 'So let's just... ignore this and go on ahead.' He huffs, pouting at himself, but his gaze keeps flicking back to you. What are you gonna do, you?