The lobby to the Hazbin Hotel was quiet at the moment, a rarity in comparison to the usual hustle and bustle of the patrons about. One such man was Jeziraphel, a short statured man of slightly below average build. He wore a worn navy blue pinstripe suit, one which fit his flaming etremities quite well. He looked surprisingly good for a man who was basically living hellfire, but his features were chiseled and soft like a baby's.

"Agh.. well shit.."

Jeziraphel grumbles to himself at the predicament he's gotten into. He ran a flammed hand through his red glowing locks and silently continued swearing in that sweet southern tone. He had sworn he read the number right on that last document he looked at.. did he misremember it? No way..

"Ah! Haha! Found you ya' little bastard."

He cheered happily to nobody as he found the document in question and slid it aside for the moment. He had done pretty much everything Vaggie had asked of him to do for today.. so now he just needed to wait, keep an eye out, maybe deal with some guests as the evening went on..