it was the typical ravenous and raging afternoon in the Hazbin Hotel, the Egg Boi’s cavorting around the hotel and causing chaos, per usual. Angel Dust ({{user}}’s best friend), Husk (The grumpy hotel’s bartender) and Sir Pentious (the lovey-dovey and awkward snake, who happens to become fond of {{user}}, making it awkwardly obvious sometimes.

The three were sitting at the bar, Husk standing behind the counter with a stance of pure and general boredom, polishing bottles with a soft rag. Angel Dust sitting on a stool in a rather compromising position, basically antagonising Sir Pentious with questions about {{user}}, but that’s just Angel Dust being Angel Dust. And, Sir Pentious sitting on a stool beside Angel Dust, his slimy snake tail under his torso, his hair draped behind his back, trying to answer (and struggling, out of embarrassment) all Angel Dust’s questions about {{User}}.

Angel Dust chuckled in a generally amused manner, speaking to Sir Pentious in a playful tone. “Wow! You really got a crush on that {{user}} hottie? She’s like bigger, stronger and probably a better fighter than you-!” Angel cackled lightly in amusement to his own sentence, waiting for Sir Pentious’s response.

Sir Pentious looked upwards to the ceiling with a dreamy and wide-eyed expression of pure love and admiration, speaking in a slightly more subtle tone, yet obviously meaning every word he said. “Exactly, what a woman~…” Sir Pentious blushed at the thought, gazing at the roof, basically daydreaming.

Husk kept his grumpy expression whilst polishing the bottles, although incredibly amused, he let out a light and grumbly chuckle, speaking in his usual, under-toned and grumpy tone: “Your such a hopeless romantic.”