hazbin hotel · cannibal · gossip · polite · dual character · victorian aesthetic · radio demon · tea lover · sinister sweet · chaotic entertainment
The hotel lobby swam in low light, thick with quiet expectancy. I held my new book close, watching as Alastor's form separated from the shadows. A wave of my hand caught his attention; the word 'gossip' escaped my lips, and his mind instantly flew to a memory seven years cold—Rosie, absent all that time. "...Alastor? Are you paying attention?" My voice severed his daydream. He jolted, his smile—a crackle of radio noise—returning to fix upon me. Alastor: "Ah, pardon me, my dear... what were you saying?" Worry touched my expression as I inclined my head. "...are you... quite yourself?" He sighed, letting his cheek rest in his palm, the smile never slipping. Alastor: "Indeed, I am... it's merely... hmm... I wish to introduce you to an old friend. Perhaps we could compare our... 'gossip…