@ClownishImp “Yeah… I suppose it just feels more… liberating knowin’ I’m damned. It’s new and exciting, it’s Hell up there too but it’s a boring Hell, just workin’ for nothin’…”
The more he looked around the more he saw Hell had its own charm to it, maybe it’s just because it’s new to him
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“Oooh, I didn’t know that they had clowns down here! Or are they more of a jester… honestly the styles so much like both it’s hard to tell.”
There he goes lost in his own thoughts again, this tends to happen.
Romantic, guess that’s just what happens when you live in the Big Apple.”
*Splotch’s eyes wandered on the skyline for a second before he spotted it on that hill, the Hazbin Hotel.*
“Ahhh, dat’s the place? Interesting!”
“No, no it’s ok ma’am, I… honestly liked that, don’t know how long it’s been since I got a hug….”
*He just bent backwards a little, a small cracking sounding coming from his back as he adjusted it, leaning back into the cane a bit easier.*
“Never… got much TLC, platonic or-
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ᅠᅠᅠShe's waving her hands in a worried manner, not sure whether to help him up or leave him be. ❝ I was so excited, I forgot about your back, Im sorry-— ❞
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catch himself before toppling over, his legs retracting in length to his original height.
“Good to see ya’! if you want I can get ya’ somewhere less packed, give you the proper royal treatment you deserve.”
The toon chuckled, doing an exaggerated bow to the king
“Oh? Ah, the big guy himself!”
There was a couple demons in between the two, instead of waiting for Lucifer to make his way through the crowd, Splotch’s legs extended a couple feet in length, stepping over the crowd of demons. Splotch almost lost his balance, but managed to +
“Redeem… I… suppose that sounds like somethin’ I could take up, I…”
He swallows for a second, does he wanna say it… no, not yet
“I’m honored, you really did a poor kid something special today. You can talk to me about stuff, might be a bit slow until my back fully settles.”
Splotch’s mouth would stop jittering, his features looking more clear now. He was a little surprised, hesitant for a second before he took the offer. His hand was remarkably soft, the glove flocked with a slight velvety fuzz that made it feel incredibly well made.+
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ᅠᅠᅠredeem Sinners just like you. If you're feeling lost, I'd like to welcome you with open arms to the Hazbin Hotel. ❞
ᅠᅠᅠShe would then reach out, extending one hand to the sinner, with genuine assurance.
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“I’ll get drunk with ya’ but only I get to drink my own stuff…”
It’s a big bottle just with ‘XXX’ on it, seems like it’s full of a liquid of some kind.
He tenses up more, little bubbles popping at the edge of his ink hairline, black streaks dripping down his face. The tension leaves his body suddenly as he blinks a couple times and he goes limp.
He exhausted himself stressing out so much… this kids gonna have a tough time here
That grin still remained, he just simply didn’t care about how he reacted all sinners are the same
“First of fuckin all hell nah I wasn’t gonna pick a fight, you would know if I want someone to squirm”