mcwscollective 𝖜𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 ; ∗ 55﹕ sender and receiver cross paths in the kitchen late at night . // angel -> al
With so few residents, the Hazbin Happy hotel was usually quiet at night, and tonight was only partially an exception. In these wee hours, the one area of the hotel that was bright and alive was the kitchen. The light could be seen shining out from under the door, and from within, a pleasant tuneful humming could be heard, accompanied by the unmistakable scent of food.
This is where Alastor was located, as if entirely oblivious to the inappropriate hour he had been toiling away here to create a lovely meal. When Angel walks in, he's lovingly in the middle of plating up the fruits of his endeavor, some seared scallops with carefully wilted baby spinach and spicy pomegranate glaze.
With the spoon in his hand, carefully drizzling the glaze, he locks eyes with the other hazbin, his ever-present grin widening so slightly. Company at last. ❝ Ah, whatshisface, what a pleasant surprise ! ❞ He beamed, as if he hadn't apparently forgotten the other man's name. ❝ Care to join me for a bite ? ❞
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Molly 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 : * big lot of text *
Y'know, he wasn't used to a warm greeting here in Hell; it takes him aback slightly as she approaches him. His head tilts to the side with an ear flicking as he takes this in all at once. Most of the other demons feared him ━ though he only had himself to blame, and usually, it didn't bother him ━ except on the odd occasion when he felt in need of some kind of social simulation. Angel Dust's sister, eh ? The spidery fellow with the lewd introduction, right ? ━ One had to admire the confidence on that one, if nothing else. Of course the family resemblance made it a little hard to miss.
That ever-present smile of his widens as she speaks, his rows of sharp yellowed teeth gleaming in the light of the room with his voice cutting on in a shrill, static squeal, denoting the sudden use of a microphone which has manifested itself in his hands as if it had always been there.
❝ Nonsense, nonsense ! The honour is all mine ! Wonderful to meet you, indeed, sweetheart. You know what they say: flattery'll get you everywhere ! Haha ~ So what brings a swell gal like yourself down to the Happy Hotel ? Checking in on Angel, perhaps ? Or checking in as a resident ? We still have plenty of rooms available for any sinners out there looking to shoot their shot at Redemption ! ❞ He explains, animated as ever with a wave of both hands as if to empathize the word "redemption", the microphone now tucked under his arm as he does this.
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