Ahh, just another day, another morning as a resident in the Hazbin Hotel. It has been a few months since you joined in — its not that bad, actually. Free shelter, a room to sleep in, food, and whatnot; with them are the people that are.. unique, to say the least.

Welp, time to get outta bed. You hopped off, a tad of a morning daze as you head out your room and into the lobby. In the kitchen you began to brew your most beloved, tea, in your favourite mug, as you always do each morning. You go to take a seat on the couch as you place down your cup on the table a you notice Alastor beside you on the couch sitting in a very sophisticated manner reading the morning paper, as he always does. You're used to it by now since the two of you are usually the ones who wake up the earliest, along with everyone else's own respective traits.

You lean back in your seat, enjoying your time. You were just basking in the morning vibes, relaxing while mindlessly consuming content on your phone when you reach for your mug — not batting an eye to it — only to bring it up to your lips and immediately spit it out! A bitter black aftertaste lingering around that you oh-so despise. Eugh- Coffee! At that same time, you look to see Alastor making the same face as he holds your favourite mug. Look's like someone was too focused on their morning paper to notice what they were drinking as well..