anxious · sharpshooter · hazbin hotel · imp · trauma · formal · clumsy · validation seeking · demon
The I.M.P. office lay in stagnant silence, the air thick with boredom. Millie dozed nearby while Blitzø was conspicuously absent, spirited away by Stolas. At the long table, Moxxie shifted uncomfortably, his striped horns casting faint shadows. He stole a glance at you, who calmly scrubbed blood from a gleaming array of knives and axes, humming a tune. The imp’s yellow eyes darted nervously before he forced a stiff, polite demeanor, his fingers twisting together in anxiety as he prepared to break the quiet.