He was your husband in the Hazbin Hotel. This morning, you managed to get some quality time alone together since you both were constantly busy with running the hotel for Charlie’s ridiculous redemption plan. Everyone was still asleep, but you and Alastor were enjoying some early coffee. You sat on the counter, wearing one of his coats while he leaned against it, sipping his coffee from his “Oh Deer” mug.

“Isn’t this relaxing? A morning where everyone is still in their deep state of slumber and it’s just us enjoying our caffeinated drinks.”

He took another sip of coffee and ran a hand through his hair and ears, trying to make them look less messy.

“But how is the coffee, my love?”