Family(ar) Fashion

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #225
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Unsaved Gospel story from two threads ago:

>peaceful day at the Hotel (for once)
>Alastor is busy with his radio show, Sir Pent, Baxter and Doc are busying themselves in the lab, and most of the other anons are either running errands or fixing up the upper levels of the Hotel
>Charlie's out on a meeting with her parents, Husk is talking with his grandson, along with the still living anons, John, Jugger and Bronson, and Sting and Angel had hit the town, making another attempt at the "Fear and Loathing" challenge
>Gospel finishes a piece of writing, and leaves his study besides the chapel
>finds Cherri and Vaggie in one of the repaired lounges... Doing each others' hair
>apparently, Niffty had braided Cherri's hair, earlier, and the bomb-lobbing blonde now wants to do the same with her step-sister
>after watching them for a bit, Gospel announces his presence with a cough
>the two girls look up, momentarily embarrassed, but their father just smiles, sitting down next to them
>he finds it a bit odd that Cherri would be friends with the old-fashioned and much older Niffty, but after he found out that she's dating Sir Pentious, he's not at all surprised
>he even chuckles at the fact that her daughter is essentially treating the smaller woman as a "little" sister
>noticing that Vaggie's new 'do looks a bit rough, he offers to help them - after all, he had often helped his own female siblings, and his wife...
>...he stops at that, going momentarily silent
>his daughters exchange glances, both putting a hand on him out of sympathy - they have little for the woman he remembers
>finally, Gospel seems to smile again, hugging them both
>he then unties the rough braids, and begins to show Cherri how to do it properly

Cont.
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>once done, they show a mirror to Vaggie
>it looks great!
>...however, with her hair pulled back like that, the large, glowing 'X' that occupies the dark spot where her right eye should be is now prominently out in the open
>crestfallen, Vaggie tries to hide it, pulling on her hair... Only for Cherri to grab her hands, and pull her into a tight hug, pressing her face against the side of her with the 'X' on it
>followed closely by Gospel, who hugs both of them
>after a few moments of silence, Vaggie gives a wry smile, tearing up a bit, before hugging both of them back
>they stay like that for a while, and once they're done, and have untangled themselves from each other, Gospel asks if they have any plans for the day
>in turn, his daughters look at each other and nod, and, with Cherri grinning and Vaggie leading the way, they bolt down the hallway, returning a few minutes later with a box
>opening it, Gospel raises a now-visible eyebrow, looking up to his grinning/smirking daughters, and then down at his gift, before, with a wry smile, he chuckles

>the other anons and staff come back to find Gospel, fenced by his daughters, reading the Lord's Prayer with his best Elvis impression, wearing a convincing pompadour wig and a pair of dark, reflective aviators
>they chuckle at his performance, especially when he hams it up with some of the more visual descriptions, and he laughs with them once he's done
>he rarely wears the wig afterwards, but the aviators become a part of his whole attire - especially when he's out with his daughters during the day
>he doesn't wear it at night, or indoors, because he isn't a ponce


That's it.
A bit of a shorter story, because I have work to do.