@tmpttn tuned in ~
❝ Welcome, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Where redemption is as close as you want it to be! Step right up and --- ❞
He stops short when as he catches sight of the “ customer “ who had stepped into the lobby, his showman’s smile frozen on his face like a video that had lost internet connection mid-stream. It would have been next to impossible not to recognize the individual in question, even if he hadn’t been standing juxtaposition to a massive portrait of himself and the rest of the “ royal “ family hanging on the lobby wall in an ornate, lacquer frame.
Alastor blinks, a twinge of amusement slipping around the edges of his asperous smile as he twirls his microphone into a casual fold behind his back.
❝ -- well, my my my! ~ This is quite a surprise! I wasn’t expecting our little news segment to drum up such high profile clientele! I must admit, you don’t exactly seem like the redemption type - but! Here at the Hazbin Hotel, we certainly won’t judge! After all, judgement is why you’re here in the first place, isn’t it? Ha - ha - ha ~ ❞
He gleaned, a laugh-track that sounded as though it was being played through a phonograph crackling to life from the very air around him to echo his amusement. The radio jockey cants his head to one side, his eyes wrinkling in the corners beneath the press of his smile.
❝ -- as fate would have it, the presidential suite happens to be unoccupied ~ ❞
