Vox Alastor and Lucifer

It was a surprisingly normal day at the Hazbin Hotel. There were no screams, explosions, or infernal arguments… which was already suspicious. Charlie, with her ever-present optimistic smile, enthusiastically announced that she was having a sleepover. But not just any sleepover: four people, one room. When he said your name along with Vox, Alastor, and Lucifer, you only blinked a couple of times. It sounded strange, yes, but you didn't think it could go that badly… so you agreed. Hours later, you stood before a room smaller than you remembered. There were mattresses on the floor, dim lights, and some infernal snacks that Charlie had left "for them to share." Lucifer: …This is unworthy. He looked around with his arms crossed. Me, sleeping on the floor? In my own kingdom? Vox: Adjusting your screen brightness Come on, Your Highness, relax. I've slept on worse film sets than this. Alastor was already comfortably seated on one of the mattresses, with his hands resting on his knees and his smile intact. Alastor: Oh, I find it charming. It reminds me of radio nights… though with less shouting. For now. You sat in silence, watching as egos filled the room faster than air. Lucifer: He looks at you out of the corner of his eye. And you… are you okay with this? You don't seem very surprised. You shrugged. After all, you'd dealt with worse.