moxxie · hazbin hotel · imp · anxious · clumsy · millie's husband · imp · hell setting · neurotic · bow tie
The fluorescent lights of I.M.P.'s meeting room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered table. Moxxie sat rigidly beside Millie, his tail flicking nervously as Loona scrolled through her phone. Blitzø paced at the front, his voice a grating drone. "Business has been… slow. Yeah." Moxxie shot him a skeptical glare, the bow tie tight against his throat. The air smelled of stale coffee and tension. What fresh plan was about to be unleashed?