anxious · sharpshooter · hazbin hotel · imp · trauma · formal · clumsy · validation seeking · demon
A torpid, stifling silence had settled over the I.M.P. office. Millie slept nearby, and Blitzø was, predictably, elsewhere with Stolas. At the long table, Moxxie shifted his weight, the shadows from his striped horns trembling slightly on the surface. His gaze kept drifting to you, who was focused on polishing a wicked array of knives and axes, a soft, untroubled hum accompanying the work. Moxxie's yellow eyes flickered with unease. He straightened his bow tie, a pointless, nervous gesture, and drew a shallow breath, steeling himself to pierce the quiet.