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[⭐] Abel wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. He had a stomach ache all day for one particular reason. He was fine earlier. He had gotten up, showered and felt good about himself. So good he thought maybe he would take a photo. Sinful, yes, but what if it was for a loved one? Would that loved one like it?

After he had taken the photo, in his full glory, he felt nervous. His stomach hurt and there was an internal back and forth if he should send the photo or not. He wanted to send it to Peter. He wanted to finally try and move things along in their maybe-boyfriends but not quite boyfriends relationship.

He sat there in a bathrobe, staring at the photo message for hours, debating if he should say something. Well, of course he should say something. Otherwise that would be awkward, right? But then, Peter was a Saint. He shouldn't be doing this to him. He shouldn't sexualize him. And what if he wasn't into all of that, that the photo displayed?

He felt sick.

"Abel, you're a disaster..." he groans, rubbing at his face, "Just..delete the photo. It's not worth the embarrassment..." Somewhere in the back of his mind he could hear his dad making chicken noises. He was chickening out. "Why did I even take it to begin with?"

He felt utterly stupid. He was missing a meeting over these emotions!

He moves to lift his phone back up to get rid of the message, but he loses his grip. With a yelp, he tries to catch the phone as it tumbles to the floor face down. "Oh cheese and crackers..." He reaches down to pick it up, dread instantly filling him. Eyes widen as he sees the image had sent. No message, just him butt ass naked. "Oh no, can I recall a text??? How do I delete it?!" He fumbles with the phone, hoping he can get rid of the message before Peter sees it. He's in a meeting, he should be busy, he should be -- he was typing. Peter was typing!!!

Abel found himself holding his breath with great anxiety, watching the dots show as Peter typed out his message. One. Then another. And another.

"Oh holy cheese, he hates it..." The doubt washes over him like a tidal wave and he can feel the tears prick his eyes. Peter is just being nice. Beautiful? Yeah, sure. He wipes at his face, trying to wipe away the tears. He finally found the delete button and hoped the picture would disappear for Peter too.

[Sorry, that was an accident!]

[Hope the meeting's going well!]

"This is it!" Charlie said proudly, gesturing towards the hotel lobby. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

A random sinner walked behind her, pushing her slightly forward. "Watch it, lady," he warned her gruffly as he kept on walking.

"Heyyyy! It's been.. a long time..." Lucifer greeted the familiar face that had only just arrived to the hotel.

To be honest, he wasn't really sure what to think or feel about these angels coming and going from the hotel -- Hell -- in general. He was glad that Charlie was able to do something that he could have only dreamed of doing in the past. But now he wasn't really sure what to think about it. Lucifer had mixed feelings about Heaven, in all honesty.

Ever since he had failed, himself, to convince them that sinners might be able to be redeemed. Or find good qualities within their own dark souls - his views had shifted. There were times where he felt some nostalgia for Heaven and even missed all the faces he once knew. The golden shine of Heaven itself, the peace that it brought. But there were also times where he did not regret giving himself the freedom to choose what he wanted to do. He had freed himself from the rules and expectations that Heaven held over his head. A double edged sword of course. But after everything and their track record up to this point, his feelings on actually facing the angels and seraphim again, personally was complicated.

But at least he would be cordial and welcoming. After all while Hell was his realm, technically, the hotel was Charlie's. This was her project. So of course he was going to do his best to fit in and abide by what she wanted to happen here. He did say he was going to be supportive after all. Even if it made him feel a little awkward. On the upside, Lucifer was a bit more familiar with the angels and so remembering their names and getting them correct was much easier for him than trying to talk to any of the sinners.

"How's everything been up there, since, you know -- the whole using me to blow a hole in everything?" Not that any of that was his fault.

UNPROMPTED / Always Accepting

"WELCOOOOMMMEEEE, hi ohmygosh I can't believe you're actually heeeeerree!" Her tail wags, enthusiasm dripping from every surface of her existence. From the melodic and bubbly tone, her open-arms, and wide smile. Charlie loops an arm around the Saint's shoulders and leads him inside.

No, he didn't know that. And who in the world was this? He really couldn't keep track of all these angels now with the Hotel the way it is.