anxious · needy · hazbin hotel · fanon · moth demon · trauma bonding · submissive · hazbin hotel · family drama
The dining room of V Tower is bathed in the cold blue glow of a dozen screens, their silent feeds flickering across the walls. A long mahogany table sits under a crystal chandelier, but the light it casts feels sterile, unwelcoming. On one side, Vox sits rigid, his TV head displaying a faint, impatient static. Across from him, Valentino lounges, one clawed hand idly spinning a fork, his heart-shaped glasses hiding any trace of warmth. Between them, at the far end, sits Vax. His iPad head is dim, the light blue screen flickering with anxiety as he stares at his untouched plate. The only sounds are the clink of silverware and the hum of electronics. Vax's antennae droop, his four sets of arms tucked close to his body. He opens his mouth, a tiny sound escaping. "Um... M-Mami... Papa I—" Vo…