The biggest problem about Hell is the air. Or the lack of the breathable kind anyway.

"I hate the place," Coco said while laying on top of her desk and wheezing. She had just spent may 20 minutes total with Blitzo and Luna outside and already she felt like her lungs were on fire. "The air is trying to kill me…"

"It's trying to kill all of us," Moxxy clarified, taking a sip of coffee. He then looked at it with disgust and realized it was awful. "Who made this shit? It wasn't the human."

"Maybe it wasn't a good idea to move so far away from the office…" Milly said under her breath as she watched Coco try to return to normal breathing patterns. She had also dumped her cup of coffee out the window and was hoping Coco would make some soon.

Even though the demons seemed to be fairly okay, the atmosphere for a human was semi-toxic. Something that, if exposed to it for too long, would end up seriously damaging her insides. Not to mention the heat, which was always sweltering during the day to the point even most demons would rather hang out inside than venture out at the risk of being cooked.

"How am I supposed to not die when Hell is literally trying to kill me with its environment?" Coco complained, pulling out a stack of papers she used to fan herself with. She had a fairly dark expression that had carried on from her morning interaction with Angel Dust and settled in a set of disappointment. "It's like living in the middle of Arizona but somehow even worse…"

"You need some new clothes, sweetie," Milly said, picking up Coco's sleeve with two fingers and examining how tattered and ill fitting it was. She grimaced at both the looks and the outcome. "For your healths' sake at least…"

"Just wear this." Moxxy pulled out something from his desk and handed over a face mack for Coco to wear. It was black with a red X on over the mouth cover but had a filter on the other side. "It'll make breathing when you go outside a little easier."

"Just don't stay out for too long," Milly said as Coco pulled the mask over her face to test it out. "Seems like when it's our "day time" you've got the most problems. Just stay inside until it's night time and you'll be in the clear!"

"Isn't night time when the most murders and terrible things happen?" Coco questioned, lowering the mask so she could easily talk.

"…." Both Milly and Moxxy stayed uncomfortably quiet as she pointed out the fault in that logic.

"You know what, just don't go outside." Moxxy suggested immediately. "Like, never leave the Hotel or IMP if you don't have to."

"And now I live under house arrest in Hell," Coco quietly complained before reflecting on that statement and shrugging. "Eh. I guess I can live with never socializing outside of the hotel. Not like there's any reason I'd wanna leave the hotel or anything."

"Great news!" Blitzo said, slamming open his office door and smiling widely at his unfortunate employees. "I have a reason for everyone to stay outside today and not go home!"

If you could possibly hear it, Coco's mind suddenly sounded like someone went around a fine china shop with a hammer and smashed every single thing to pieces. One by one…

"…" Coco stared in deep horror at Blitzo and went back to self reflecting on her life. "why did I have to open my big mouth…"

"Paid day off, I've got no problems here." Luna said, already kicking everything off her desk and walking out.

"I think we're missing the why in the equation," Moxxy said testily, trying to put a stop to all these over reactions. He stood still for a moment awkwardly before realizing he should be the one to ask Blitzo. "So uh… why?"

"Glad you asked!" Blitzo started, walking over to the middle of the room with a proud smile. He had a stack of papers under his arm and was holding a mug of coffee that he just dumped into a trash can. "I just got a local assignment that requires someone~, with some high financing, to stop over here and pay us a visit."

"Wha?" Coco looked over at Milly and Moxxy for explanations.

"He means Stollas is coming over and you need to fuck off," Luna told her as she walked out the door, slamming it on the way.

"… Please no." Coco said, remembering that one terrible phone call that still haunts her mid-day terrors.

"Why's Stollas coming over to our office?" Moxxy asked confused. "He never needs anything from us. I mean, nothing that's important enough to not mess up."

"Yeah," Milly agreed, acknowledging their incompetence. "And why would he want a hit here and not in the Human world?"

"I'm glad you're all too stupid to figure out the answers for yourselves!" Blitzo said cheerfully while holding out the papers that were under his arm. "Take a look!"

He spread the paper collection over the top of Coco's desk and showed a mini set of profiles of significant demons. While Coco had almost no understanding of this, she did recognize a few of the thugs from the Miss Honey instant and saw some of the buildings mentioned looked similar to her factory.

"Wait," Coco said, standing up to look closer at everything. "Does this have anything to do with Miss Honey and the book?"

"Good for catching up in time," Blitzo said cheekily while patting Coco on the head like a child. He really did enjoy having such a novice in the office. "Yeah, turns out we jumped the gun just in time on all of that Miss Honey shit. So I'm gonna need you to to kill a selected bunch of morons around the city that has anything to do with a border disagreement."

"Okay…" Moxxy said, picking up some of the files. From his tone and expression, it was obvious he was uneasy about this. Especially because a lot of these demons were significantly taller and… known to not be so nice. "But why are we in charge of killing them? We're supposed to be the human murderers, not the clean up crew!"

"We're doing it less as an order and more as a paid professional courtesy," Blitzo said cheerfully. He pulled out a wad of cash and thumbed through the bills with a smile, admiring the fact that he was getting paid more money for higher grade assassinations he'd have gladly done for free. "A very well compensated courtesy to take out our own enemies. Win-win."

"YEAH!" Milly said, pumped up over the fact that she gets to commit a murder spree without leaving the comfort of her own city. "That's get those son's of whores for kidnapping our hostage!"

"I have mixed emotions about all of this," Coco said. Very uneasy about the moral ambiguity of all this and even more confused about what she'd have to be doing about it. "I'm only doing the paper work, right?"

"You'll do it all tomorrow," Moxxy informed her, already picking this all up. He sighed at the inconvenience of all of this and resigned himself to being a part of this company's terrible decisions. "Okay, so what exactly are we doing here…?"

Blitzo began by splitting the targets up between Milly, Moxxy and himself and settling places of interest on the map on the board of the wall. He also guessed how long everything should take and gave some ideas on how to make things more gruesome than necessary without taking up too much time.

"Stollas wants a clean sweep of the area and for it to be done as nasty as possible," Blitzo clarified before smiling. "And who better to do that then us! Plus, it'll help with the office moral! I think everyone's been a little uneasy after the whole "human manifesting in the office and then getting kidnapped" thing. So I figured, let's go back to doing what we do best! ….. Murder. Ugly. Messy. Unnecessarily uncomfortable murder!"

"I was wondering why you had that sign hanging up here for." Coco said, looking behind her at the sign that literally said "Ugly, Messy and Unnecessarily Uncomfortable!" Hanging over her desk. She then turned to look at Blitzo with a tired look. "Can we… uh. Take that down or just… Move it?"

"Nope," Blitzo said, liking it hanging right there over her head. Then he clapped his hands and excitedly went back to business. "Alright everyone! Let's decide what weapons to take!"
"Wait a minute!" Coco called out quickly. "What am I supposed to do? I can't go out and kill or anythin-"

"You get the day off!" Blitzo cheered. He then pulled out a wad of cash and balanced on top of Coco's head like a paper weight. "There! This is part of our compensation. Just go out, have some fun, learn a little bit more about Hell and all that and buy yourself something pretty!"

"This is Hell, not NYC," Moxxy said, slapping his forehead with how idiotic that statement was. "Don't go on a shopping spree while we commit murder."

Coco gently took the wad of cash off of her head and examined the different bills. Not only were they high amounts with creative little illustrations but… this was the most money she's ever seen.

'How much money am I even holding in my hands right now?' Coco got fairly uncomfortable when large amounts of money was involved. It was even weirder when she realized something. 'Wait a second-'

"I can't take this!" Coco said, holding the wad of cash in her other hand firmly while gesturing to it in moral outrage. "This is blood money!"

"No it's not!" Blitzo said, holding up the remaining stack of money before noticing some specks on it. "Oh, I guess there is some blood here."

"See!" Coco used to prove her point. "I can't use this! You giving me money to spend that you earned for killing other people is like condoning murder! Isn't it- like - accomplice to murder or beneficiary in legal terms?"

After having to move around Hell so much Coco's become very worried about her own moral balance. Agreeing not to use the scales everyday, she's had to come to terms with measuring out her moral balance on her own; something which is extremely hard when you have no idea what kind of philosophical law actually rules the universe.

"Does it really matter though?" Moxxy asked, looking over his should at Coco with a skeptical look. "You're already on our payroll and you do all of the filing."

"Yeah, well-" Coco started, putting her arms down and averting her gaze from critical self inspection. She obviously didn't think this through. "I-It just feels wrong to be doing this when I don't know what's gonna happen. It's like using dirty money…"

"Aw~ Sweetie," Milly came over with a reassuring smile, patting Coco on her shoulders consolingly. "That's a load of horse shit and you know it."

"…" Coco pouted for a bit before giving Milly a cross look. "… explain?"

"All money is dirty." Milly summed up while holding up her hand and counting off reasons why. "All money goes to taxes supporting war. All money has trace amounts of drugs on them. All money is used as tracing devices."

"Not to mention every dollar bill you've ever used was also probably used by a serial killer as well at some point," Moxxy chimed in with that little bit of information. "Or by cops who beat prisoners, old men spending on their sugar babies, women who buy rat poison to kill their husbands, moms who beat their children. And a whole list of shit people."

"…yeah." Coco blushed thinking back on it. It was true, it's weird to argue a moral high point when it's convenient for yourself when in reality you've never thought about it in practice. "It's just… I don't wanna do anything that makes me a bad person by relation…"

"Honey, if killing people second hand made sinners, then every shmuck that worked at a gun factory or steel frame supplier would be down here!" Blitzo said cheerfully, not mentioning that a lot of those people actually did live down there (for various other reasons). "Don't over think it! It only matters if you're actually trying to kill someone in the first person with the actual intent!"

"… Okay," Coco said, looking down at the money in her hands uneasy. She knew his reason was loose and faulty itself, but she was more worried that she was willing to use it just to feel more comfortable with accepting money. "It just kind of feels weird. Like… I'm complacent to something as long as it doesn't make me feel morally at fault?"

"Eh. Everyone's complacent for some kind of murder." Blitzo said, shaking his hand and looking up towards the ceiling. He couldn't even keep track of all the things he kills. "Just comes with the territory of living in a place with feasible internet and grocery stores."

"Why would you get in trouble for us committing murder?" Moxxy asked confused. "You humans sure do over think things."

"Cheer up, sweetie." Milly said, patting Coco on the back. "I'm sure it won't effect anything!"
"Yeah!" Blitzo cheered. "Now go out there and spend my money!"

"But," Coco brought up something else. "I-I can't go out shopping alone! I don't know where anything is and… I wouldn't even know what to spend this on."

The group made a long sigh before everyone nodded towards one another. It was like they were all silently agreeing to let Coco in on a secret they had been keeping from for the sake of peace.

"You gotta try and learn more about the city if ya wanna live here without a hassle," Milly said to Coco honestly. She was speaking sternly but from a good heart. "If you keep needing us just to go out and come back to the office, then you're gonna get in trouble one day when we can't come and get you!"

"You guys were the ones who just said I should never leave the hotel or the office," Coco reminded her. "I seriously doubt I'll ever get myself into that much trouble on my own…"

"Also, and I say this with nothing but love," Blitzo said gently, walking up to Coco and putting his hands on her shoulders. He let out a deep, heavy sigh that he had been holding in and made a very pained expression. "Your style is trash and is starting to make our style look bad. Please change."

"You're the ones who gave me these clothes…" Coco seethed, looking up at Blitzo in anger.

"Yeah," Moxxy nodded while crossing his arms and giving a sour look. "But we didn't know you'd wear them so badly."

"Hey!" Coco yelled while glaring at Moxxy. "I don't have any other clothes! How was I supposed to know I was gonna get kidnapped and bring some spare clothes on Halloween!"

"Well now you have something to fix that!" Blitzo said brightly while gesturing to the money in her hands. He then let out a breath and looked at Coco seriously, not as a friend but as an occasionally competent boss. "Listen. You can keep wearing our handmi-downs and looking like a hobo, or be honest and get yourself some new clothes."

"But I don't know how to look like a demon without them," Coco said, touching the clothes she was currently wearing. The truth is, she's very comfortable with these treads that everybody gave her. They were like physical proof that everybody cared, something that protected her. "What if I do it wrong…?"

"Aw, there's no wrong way to be a demon!" Milly said, feeling heart broken.

"Actually there is." Moxxy corrected, now looking at Coco seriously. "Just make sure you bring one of your new roommates along to help you pick these things out."

"Hey, one good way to make sure nobody fucks with you is with some killer fashion sense," Blitzo tipped in, poking Coco in the shoulder with his elbow. "And hey! You humans respect people who look put together and care about their appearance. Isn't taking care of yourself supposed to be a sign you're mentally stable or whatever?"

That was true. People always said that is you want others to respect you, you should look the part. And Coco never really had the funds to invest a little in her looks or appearance. Always settling for looking and feeling crummy instead of trying to look like an adult or a profession.

'I really haven't been taking care of myself since I came here….' Coco conceded in her mind. She was happy that she brushed her teeth every night, but her skin was starting to break out from not being washed and her hair was a mess. 'Even I wouldn't want to hang out with someone who looked like me.'

She looked over at the scale of skin to see her reflection. The baggy clothes were not in her style and made her look frumpy. The only thing that lead others to believe was her wearing her wrist bands and the mask while the little horns on her head were starting to feel ridiculous compared to some of the real demon features out there. At her own appearance, Coco conceded that Angel Dust actually was right: She looked like a homeless bum.

"Honey," Milly said, resting an arm on Coco's shoulder and looking over at her reflection. Milly's whole outfit spoke of who she was and since her appearance was so taken care of, everyone knew to respect her. "You need a new style."

"…" Coco stared back at the mirror and decided, if there's one thing she could do down here, it's that she should be trying to look more professional and put together. She wanted to look like everyone at IMP with her own style. "I guess my room does need some interior decorating. And some clothes that actually fit would be nice for a change."

Back at the Hotel *

Husk was again sprawled out on top of the bar taking a mid-day drunk nap when Coco walked up to the front counter. She seriously considered letting this sleeping dog lay (cat? Wolf?) alone and walk around by herself, then remembered it's his job to work here and help her out when she didn't know what she was doing.

So she began ringing the the bell on top of the bar/front desk non stop until she saw signs of life coming from Husk's carcass.

DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDICKDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!

Now Husk is a pretty deep sleeper and often a semi-reasonable guy when he's half drunk. But the sound of a ringing high pitch alarm blaring in his ears, waking up from pleasant nothingness caused him to surprise-rage. Starting with falling backwards and landing on his ass.

"Ow-WHAT!" Husk yelled, standing back up and pounding both hands on the desk and glaring at Coco. He should have know it was her… "What the Hell do you want so bad!?"

"Good to see you too~" Coco cheered, not threatened at all by Husk. It must have been because he looked like a really grumpy Disney cartoon or because he was generally too stoned to be a threat. "Do you know where Charlie or Vaggie is?"

"You got a death wish…" Husk growled before blinking confused. "Ey. How come you're not at work? They fire yer ass yet?"

"Nope," Coco said, peaking around the place. "I got a paid day off. As in they paid me to leave for the day. Where are the girls?"

"Don't know, don't care." Was all Husk said before leaning back in the bar and giving her a glare for interrupting his nap. "Why don't you go get lost trying to find them."

Coco huffed her cheeks with a pout before turning and leaving with a 'fine!'.

'I don't need him,' she thought while pulling up her wrist and smiling. 'Not when I have my moral compass to guide me here! I haven't used this little trick all day, hopefully it'll work.'

"Okay then," she said, looking at her wrist before holding it out towards the walkway. "Here goes nothing. Take me to Charlie!"

As childish as this may be, it actually began working. The smaller needle pointed to the left and took Coco on a stilt through the Hazbin Hotel. She began noticing little details about the Hotel that passed her, like how creepy all the portraits are. Or how weird that the wall paper is reddish pink. How many weird stains are on the hardwood floors.

'But really, those paintings are super creepy,' Coco thought while looking away again. It was obvious they were all family paintings of Charlie, except… 'She just looks so unhappy in all of them. And who's that tall guy with white hair? Her brother?'

She was distracted for a minute before the needle pointed at door near the end. Putting down her arm, Coco went up to the door and smiled when she heard both Charlie and Vaggies' voices. She was about to knock when she noticed that they were getting louder.

'Oh boy,' Coco thought embarrassedly. 'Sounds like they're having some kind of… argument maybe?'

Coco was torn, on one hand she was incredibly stressed out about the potential of over hearing the two hotel moms fight and wanted to hide. On the other hand, she's also a drama whore and wants to know what's got mom and mom so worked up.

'It can't be about me, can it?' Coco wondered, looking down at her moral compass skeptically. 'If it's about me, I'd want to know it right? Or, maybe it's about something else?'

The needle was tossing between the Y and N, probably because she wasn't actually asking a direct question. And, deciding having curiosity was no moral conundrum, Coco walked up over to the door and pressed her ear gently against it to listen in.

'20 seconds and I'm out,' Coco said to herself. Knowing full and well that that was all bullshit.

"Do you think he's going to notice…?" Coco heard Charlie ask.

"No Charlie," Vaggie said, her voice rising and falling so it was hard to correctly make her out. "I'm sure he won't notice the only FUCKING THING around that isn't…"

"Language." Charlie said strictly.

"We can't just pretend that…" Vaggie's voice went out for a second before coming up. "And we need to hide… Or else he'll just want to make a deal and…."

"You think this is deal worthy?" Charlie asked, now sounding very worried. "Oh shit… M-Maybe we can come up with…. I mean no one else noticed that…"

"Yeah. Not every demon is a powerful being of unimaginable…" Vaggie kept getting lower and lower to the point Coco could barely hear her. "We should find a way to…"

"W-Well we don't even know when he'll…"

'This is weird,' Coco thought with an uneasy expression. She leaned in a little closer to try and put the pieces together. 'They're obviously talking about another demon. But what are they hiding? Is there something else they're hiding inside this hotel or…'

Coco wasn't paying attention and shifted her foot too far and thumped it on the bottom of the food. She stopped as she heard tables and chairs started shifting around and backed up immediately.

'SHIT!' Coco thought, backing up and looking around. 'WhatdoIdoWhatdoIdoWhatdoIdo?'

Vaggie, the quickest thinking of the two demons, quickly hushed up and opened the door outside the office. She looked and peered around to see no one was there. Strange since she had definitely heard something from behind the door.

"What is it, Vags?" Charlie asked, looking over at Vaggie concerned.

"I don't know," Vaggie said, backing away from the door for a minute before walking outside. She was sure something had been there, but maybe it could have been her imagination? "I thought I heard something. Maybe I'm just-"

"Good morning!" Coco said, popping up from behind Vaggie and smiling a little too much. She was also being a little too cheerful which just came off as nervous, loud laughter. "Or is it afternoon? Who's keeping track of people- I mean time! Hahaha! Yeah, hi…"
"WAHH!" Vaggie shouted, nearly falling over and second dying of a heart attack. Coco has most definitely not been there a second ago. "Where the fuck did you come from!?"

Coco had definitely not meant to do that, or any of this really. She had just slipped past and opened the door next door to the room with the skeleton key, only to walk in directly to that same room through the door to the closet. It was definitely confusing, given that the key just blatantly defied the law of physics, but Coco then just slipped past Charlie and Vaggie unnoticed to reintroduce herself at the front of the door.

"Oh, Coco!" Charlie said, popping her head from around Vaggie with a tense smile. She felt very awkward that Coco had shown up just now and, quiet frankly, at the worst possible time. "W-What are you doing there?"

"Aren't you supposed to be a work or something?" Vaggie asked, irritated and pointing at Coco with a sharply manicured finger.

"I got the day off," Coco said, trying to quickly pacify the situation by averting eye contact. She wanted to step around their previous argument as carefully as possible to avoid getting them suspicious. "So, haha, is-is this a bad time…?"

"Yes," Vaggie said bluntly.

"NO!" Charlie said, pushing in between Vaggie and Coco with a tense, nervous smile. While this meeting was important, she didn't want Coco to think they had been talking about her. "E-Everything's great! It's a great time! So. Whaaaaa~t can I do for my favorite human tenant?"

"Only. Human tenant." Vaggie corrected.

"Um, i-it's nothing really important." Coco said, holding her hands up defensively. Wow, this was much harder to say than she thought it would be. "I-I just need to go out and buy some new clothes. A-And I wanted to know if you guys could… well… Come out shopping with me? S-Since I don't know where anything is or how to get around or anything…"

'Wow. I sound really pathetic right now.' Coco realized this and immediately hated herself a little bit more. 'No wonder Emily dumped my ass…'

Vaggie and Charlie looked surprised by the very innocent request, they hadn't thought of such a mundane task as shopping being something so hard for a human. They looked at each other briefly before coming to the same conclusion.

"Sorry, Coco," Charlie said apologetically, giving Coco a small smile. "We're just…. A little busy today with some uh, management issues."

"Management?" Coco asked, looking startled. She was pretty certain that that meant, yes they had been talking about her. "Is it… Is there something I should-"

"It doesn't concern you," Vaggie said strictly while holding up her hand to tell Coco 'STOP'. Well, it did concern her but not yet. "Much. Look. We're busy today. Too busy to take you out shopping."

"…" Coco looked up at Vaggie with a hurt expression before looking down at her shoes. "I'm sorry…"

Oh yeah, that expression definitely tugged at their heart strings. Her hurt look actually made them feel guilt. How could that kid look so sad so quickly?

"Wait!" Charlie said quickly, feeling guilty but putting on a smile to pacify the situation. "I think I know a good solution to this."

"You do?" Both Vaggie and Coco asked. Vaggie confused and Coco hopeful.

"Why don't you ask Angel to take you!"

"Terrible idea," Vaggie deadpanned.

"Worst idea ever," Coco agreed, looking sad and horrified.

"C'mon, guys!" Charlie defended, looking a little anxious before puffing up with pride. "You're basically roommates now. You guys have to learn how to get along together, for the sake of both of your redemption. Plus! It'll be a great way for you two to bond together!"

"…" Vaggie and Coco stared at Charlie with blank stares before turning to look at each other.

"If you do it I'll give you 50 bucks." Vaggie said, knowing that money was one of the few things that can make being around Angel tolerable.

"I'll pay him 50 as long as I don't die." Coco said, agreeing to the terms.

"Ooooooookay…." Charlie drawled out, disappointed by the lack of enthusiasm but happy to they were willing to at least give it a chance. "It's all settled then! Just be sure to stay near Angel Dust at all times and you'll be safe and sound!"
"Don't do anything stupid," Vaggie said directly.

"How do I know if it's stupid or not?" Coco asked confused.

"If it's your idea, it's probably stupid."

"…" Coco just glared at Vaggie before looking away since she didn't have any argument to counter that point. "Uh huh. Noted."

"And have fun!" Charlie reminded her.

Coco walked out the room and left the two girls alone, where they both let out audible sighs and looked at each other concerned.

"How are we supposed to protect her outside if we can't even protect her inside the hotel?" Vaggie asked, looking visibly worried about her safety. "If Alastor doesn't agree to the conditions of leaving her alone, we won't be able to stop him from doing anything!"

"Don't worry Vaggie," Charlie said. She walked over and hugged Vaggie around her shoulders. Vaggie didn't show when she really cared about something, but when she does care she cares hard. "We'll think of something. And anyway, I'm not worried about what he'll think of Coco. I'm worried what that "sudden business" of his might mean…"

- Back to Coco beans -

'Well, like my life, that was a giant disappointment.' Coco conceded as she walked out of the room. Feeling tired and over all miserable, she forewent using the moral compass and decided the short cut in this hotel was the best. 'Eh. Let's just use the demon key and get this over with.'

She opened the closest door and walked through it, opening up to her bedroom.

'Huh,' Coco held up the skeleton key and smiled at it novelly. 'This thing is actually pretty easy to use.'

Once inside, she dropped everything but picked up the book and a wallet, throwing in half the wad of cash she got from Blitzo while hiding the rest behind the mirror on the dresser. She then looked in the mirror and readjusted the headband while trying to make the eyeliner more inline, something she was still pretty novice at.

Since landing in Hell, the book was her safety connection to Earth and the curse so she kept it close to her at all times. Tying it to her hip with her belt, she left her room and walked the five steps over to where Angel lived.

'Am I really about to do this?' Coco wondered, already exhausted by what an afternoon with this particular, and appropriately titled, demon would amount to. But, she had promised Blitzo and Co. that she would get some new clothes and told Charlie she would try. So she was reserved to make Angel as much as a part of her life as he was unwillingly able to oblige to. 'Great. Well, no point beating around the bush.'

But that didn't mean she was necessarily going to do that politely.

'Let's assume this guy is dead asleep and needs to wake the fuck up.' She thought, smirking to herself.

KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKNKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKNNOTCOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKNOCKKNOCK

It wasn't long before the door was thrown open by a grumpy, half dressed Angel Dust. He was wearing a long, light pink robe and his white hair was flopped over half of his face. It was the first time she had ever seen him up close and Coco realized that it was also the first time she had seen him without make up on. It was not an impressive sight.

"Yeah yeah, whattya' want with me now ya-" Angel stopped mid-sentence and saw Coco standing down below him. The tiny, unimpressive human registered as annoying, especially since now she was intentionally waking him up before 4pm and looking at him like a clueless idiot. "Didn't I already tell you not ta bother me?"

Choosing to ignore Angel, Coco turned her head and looked into his room. She saw, yes, his room was built similarly but was definitely styled to his personality. The four poster bed was very fluffy and messy, the vanity was turned into a movie star's make up desk, the were clothes with complicated holes and strings thrown around everywhere, and other… unmentionable… things… just lying around in boxes and set up next to cameras.

'I wish I had not seen many things in here…' Coco thought to herself after doing a once over. Although she was pretty impressed by how much personality was fitting into this room at one time. 'Gotta say, the guy knows how to style his room. Wait a minute. Is that…?'

"Is that a pig?" Coco asked, pointing down at the ground behind Angel Dust and causing him to look back.

She was, indeed, pointing at some kind of small pot belly pig that was sitting at the foot of the bed. It was small, round with lots of heart shaped markings and very pink. It was kind of weird that a fairly normal looking animal was being left in Angels' room, unharmed and fairly peaceful at that.

Angel looked over and actually blushed, very embarrassed that someone had seen something so… private of his. He was even more disturbed when the little pig got up and started walking over curiously to the door to get a better look at Coco.

"Get back in there you-!" Angel said under his breath while gently scootching Fat Nuggets away with one slippered foot and closing the door carefully. He then leaned against the door to try and pretend that hadn't happened by putting on a false playful attitude. "Soooo~ whatda ya want now, Doll Face? Ya here to borrow some cream and sugar to play house with?"

"That was a pig wasn't it?" Coco asked, pointing at the door and grinning up at Angel Dust. This was the first time she had ever seen him so discomposed, and it was fun.

"Will you get over the pig already!" Angel yelled while raising a set of hands. Dealing with the human was exhausting to him, now adding the fact that she thought she could tease him to? No, only he could play that game, baby. "What are you wasting my time for now after I've gone so far out of my way to tell you how much I don't want to be friendly?!"

"I'm just here because Charlie said it'd be a good idea to go out shopping with you," Coco said peacefully with a calm attitude. She looked up at Angel with a disinterred expression and crossed one arm over the other, acting like this was no big deal for her either. "I'm going out today, but I don't know where to go for good clothes and stuff. You want to come and go shopping downtown for an hour or two?"

Resolving that by acting like she didn't care if he didn't come or not was the best way to get him to do what she wanted. Especially since he didn't seem to have any general interest in actually helping anybody but himself. If this small amount of manipulation worked, Coco figured it'd be pay back for treating her like such an idiot from this morning.

Angel stood there and blinked, thinking about the offer for a minute. He didn't have anything else to do for the day, but he wasn't all that attached to spending more time than he absolutely had to with a mousy human who had too much sense than necessary. He leaned back against his door again and figured he could negotiate something here.

"Well, I did say I was sick of seein' a homeless bum hangin' around," Angel said, still not fully paying attention and preferring to examine his nails. "But what's that gotta do with me?"

"I need some new clothes and you seem to know the most about, well, "style" I guess here in Hell." Coco said, taking a very quiet middle line that was both a compliment and a back handed insult. "Maybe you wouldn't mind taking me out and showing me where to go and get some new clothes and stuff from?"

Coco waited quietly as Angel looked down at her, weighing her up, before glancing up to the side to ponder this. True, he didn't have anything better to do; but then he'd have to spend the whole afternoon with a human. And she wasn't too thrilled about it either, having to spend an hour looking at clothes with the most impossible person she's ever met.

"I'll give you 50 bucks if you promise not let me die on the side of the road." Coco sweetened the deal, severely under valuing the price of her life for the chance to get a new pair of shoes.

But it seemed like neither of them had any other better choices for the day. So they resigned themselves to having to be near one another.

"…. Alright," Angel shrugged. He opened the door to his room to get ready. "Wait downstairs for me and we'll be gone in 20."

"Cool," Coco said, actually a little surprised that he agreed so easily. She looked away for a minute before getting back into plan mode. "Then I'll just-"

"And Doll Face," Angel said, sticking his hand over and rubbing her eye where a huge smudge was. "Try not to embarrass me with that hack job of an eye liner ya got there. I can't be seen hangin' around a clown in broad daylight. Looks bad for my image."

Coco was about to refute before Angel shut the door in her face. She stood there angrily before getting curious and walking over to the closest mirror on the wall. She saw that, yes, Angel was right. She had royally fucked up her own makeup.

'Shit,' Coco thought while wiping her eye on her jacket sleeve. She was more irritated that Angel was right how she looked like a clown than that she was terrible with this make up stuff. 'Can this day get any more - NO! No. Not gonna finish that jinx…'