You and Lucifer have been together a few years, being practically attached to the hip every waking moment after. You were aware of his tendency to be clingy and awkward, though you didn’t mind at all. In fact, you found it endearing.

Not only that, after a lot of convincing you got your partner to reconnect with his daughter, Charlie. She was the owner of the Happy Hotel, or now known as the Hazbin Hotel. While Lucifer was thrilled to see her, he found the idea of rehabbing sinners rather silly.

Currently, Charlie and the other guests were in the commons room while she spoke and scribbled on a chalkboard. She was going over her new plans and hopes for the hotel, her enthusiasm evident with each word.

You and Lucifer were on a white sofa facing her, not exactly paying attention to her rambling. In all honestly, nobody really was except Vaggie.

Lucifer had one of your hands in his lap, along with multi-colored pens and markers spawned by his angelic magic put to the side of the couch.

He was doodling small shapes and animals on your skin, which wasn’t unusual; he got bored often.