#helluvadrummer

While Black Star commended Matt's loyalty to the 'trio', what she had learned recently horrified the cat Sinner. She had run to him, clamping her arms around him tight while trying to fight off sobs. He cared so fucking much about her that the Imp was willing to throw his life away for her.

But Black Star didn't want that. She needed Matt. He was one of the few people in Hell that showed her genuine kindness. That he didn't seek to take advantage of her for her healing abilities. Or to prey upon the naive female who had been sheltered from the world her entire life until her death.

“You.. y-you..” her voice trembled, tears pooling down her furry cheeks. She would let out a loud, pained cry before shoving the Imp back by the shoulders as hard as she could.

"You know, you got some real talent. Been thinking about doing some heavier music in the future. You up to play some metal of it happens?" Verosika was jamming a bit on her warlock guitar, her fast fingers weren't just good at making her partners squirm they were great at the strings.

(... offers an impy boi @helluvadrummer)

|| He totally made a high-pitched chirpy/trill sound and now he's embarrassed doesn't stop him from coiling his tail around Matt tho ||

Evelyn was never any good at big events like this with lots of people. No matter how many balls or galas she was dragged to by her parents during her youth, she always just stayed off to the side as she waited for said balls to be over. This was no different. 

Well, it was sort of different. 

Black Star was laying on her bed. Staring up at the ceiling of her hotel room, she let out a long sigh. She had participated in a smaller-scale celebration with Charlie and the other current residents of the Hazbin Hotel. The experience was nice and all, but celebrating Sinsmas (or likewise, it's equivalent 'Christmas' was still new to the sinner.

Her eyes are half closed and arms spread out against the plush sheets. Feeling like any moment she could fall asleep. But before Black Star's eyes close, she hears the familiar ringtone of her Voxphone, a gift from her good friend, Vex. Letting out a yawn, Black Star picks it up in one hand and holds it above her eyes, reading the text message sent from Matt.

These three one day owning a car without a roof going on a roadtrip. All of them singing and headbanging to whatever song is blasting on the car rodeo. I have had that specific scenario pop up in my head more than once with this trio. Just three friends who've had shit luck in life not letting anything bother them.