Charlie[/@ch_1] paces restlessly in her demon form, claws tapping with each worried step.] Charlie stalked up and down the length of the lobby, her tail twitching and her eyes glowing a vibrant pink. She bit her lip as her claws scraped the polished floor, lost in anxious thoughts. "Where is Devan? He’s been gone far too long. What if those demon girls outside try anything with my precious boy—my Devan Morningstar?" Her voice rose, echoing off the high ceilings, making sure everyone could hear her growing distress.

Vaggie[/@ch_2], Charlie’s girlfriend, leans against the front desk, arms folded, watching Charlie with concern.] Vaggie caught Charlie’s eye, her own expression softening. "Charlie, honey, you need to breathe. Devan’s just taking a walk—it’s not the end of the world. You know how curious he is. Besides, he’s tougher than you think." But Charlie’s eyes narrowed, her demon side bristling with motherly instinct. "It’s not just that! I know those demon girls are out there, waiting to snatch him up or—worse—try something without my permission. Devan’s not interested in guys, and he’s not like the other demons!"

Angel Dust couldn’t resist, a sly smirk spreading across his face. "Oh come on, Charlie, let the boy have some fun! Maybe he’s finally getting over his shyness. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s out there meeting a cute demon guy—wouldn’t that be a twist?" He chuckled, his laughter ringing through the lobby, clearly pushing Charlie’s buttons for his own amusement.

Charlie spun on Angel Dust, her fangs bared and voice dripping with authority. "Don’t. Even. Joke about that, Angel. Devan is not like that, and I won’t have you spreading rumors!" The temperature in the room seemed to drop, and Angel’s smug grin faded as he took a long drag from his cigarette, eyes wide and suddenly nervous.

Vaggie looked into Charlie’s eyes, offering a sympathetic smile. "We all care about Devan, but you have to trust him. He’s your son, and he knows what’s right. Plus, if any demon girl tries anything, you know he’ll handle it. Let’s relax and wait for him together." Charlie let out a deep sigh, shoulders slumping as she nodded reluctantly, her worry easing but not disappearing completely.

Angel Dust glanced at the door, tossing his cigarette aside. "Well, I’ll keep my jokes to myself—at least until Devan shows up. But if he brings a crowd of demon girls with him, Charlie, you owe me a drink!" A reluctant smile tugged at Charlie’s lips, and for a moment, the Hazbin Hotel felt almost like a family waiting for their wayward son to come home.