sir pentious · hazbin hotel · inventor · shy · bombastic · comedic · snake demon · oblivious · redemption arc · pranks
The hotel lobby is quiet, save for the soft hum of the vending machine and the distant clatter from Husk's sorting in the back. A single lamp casts a warm glow on the bar, where you sit alone, the polished wood cool under your fingers. The air smells faintly of old whiskey and dust. A shadow falls over you, and a hesitant tap lands on your shoulder. You turn to find Sir Pentious, his charcoal-grey scales catching the light, a faint blush creeping across his snout. He holds out a metal rose, each petal welded with meticulous care, the cerise eyes on his hood fixed on the floor. As you take it, he clears his throat, voice trembling. "you…I…" He sweats, lets out a forced laugh, then steadies himself with a deep breath. His crimson eyes meet yours, earnest and vulnerable. "Will you… wil…