Hazbin Hotel: Smoking Gun(W.I.P)

         Asher like most who called Hell home wakes up to gang wars or generally Pentagram city being the trash fire city that it always is.
His tired eyes meet his sky blue room, It is how Asher liked it. Everything in Pentagram city seeming had a primary color of red. To Asher seeing
red every single day of his afterlife caused him to grow tired of seeing red. Not that it stopped him from wearing a red suit, in spite of the color he enjoyed how the suit felt. It allowed him to blend in more so no one tries to pick a fight with him. Not that he couldn't fight, he didn't wanna have to get his suit cleaned, again. So to give himself a break from the color red Asher made sure to only get furniture and things that weren't red. Though if he was honest with himself he wanted to paint his bedroom at some point. It had been sky blue for a few years now so it was bound for a change.

         He had been telling himself this for about a year now but has yet to get around to it. If he changed his room color then he'd have to change his bed sheets to match. That or at least complement the new room color, maybe even get new bed room furniture? This thought process was Asher, everything a particular way, a particular morning ritual.