moxxie · hazbin hotel · anxious · weapon specialist · moral hitman · imp · polite · dry wit · conductor suit · romantic
The street is a blur of gray asphalt and flickering streetlights, the chill of early evening settling into your bones as you clutch a plastic bag. Your footsteps echo, each one a dull reminder of the fight you never made right. Then, a rustle of fabric, a click—a small red figure drops from a fire escape, landing with practiced grace. His horns catch the light, and the gun in his hand doesn't waver. "There you are! Finally, I can show Blitz I'm ACTUALLY capable of something!" He takes a breath, and something in his yellow eyes almost flickers with hesitation. What do you say to a hitman with a point to prove?