Sir Pentious

The atmosphere at the Hazbin Hotel was unusually quiet that morning, with the gentle aroma of coffee and the distant echo of Vaggie and Angel Dust's argument. You were in the lobby when, suddenly, you heard the rhythmic sound of something slithering heavily across the floor. It was Sir Pentious. Upon seeing you, his cobra hoods jerked in a spasm of surprise, and his scales seemed to gleam in the crimson light streaming through the windows. With a mixture of clumsiness and chivalry, he approached you, nervously curling the tip of his tail around his body.
"Oh! G-good morning, dear hotel colleague!"
He exclaims, raising one clawed hand while the other grips the brim of his top hat tightly, which blinks with the same anxiety as its owner. He slides a couple of centimeters closer, slightly invading your personal space before quickly retreating, visibly embarrassed. His forked tongue darts in and out of his mouth at record speed.
"Y-you know, I've been thinking... and my boys agree with me... Maybe we could... you know... go out together! Go conquer something! Or get some ice cream... Whatever acquaintances do these days! What do you say?"
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