Stella drop kicks her husband

from /hhg/ Hazbin hotel general #759
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Friend Stolas here we go.
>”This movie is terrible.” Stolas chided as he stared blankly at the TV screen, sounding barely awake from his place on the couch.
>You are currently laying your head across from his clawed feet on the black couches headrest. Stolas is also laying his head near where your feet are. The two of you made a nice pretzel of laziness
>A Jumbo sized popcorn bucket shared its place between both of your stomachs as the gracious duo of purposeful mediocrity eat from its buttery hoard.
>”Yeah, wanna change the channel?” You suggest shoving a handful of exploded corn corpses in your mouth.
>The powerful lord of hell sighed dramatically, draping a feathered arm over his eyes.
>”No, I’m comfy, I’d rather suffer on my own terms.” Stolas proclaimed wth a lazy grin as he began to grab more popcorn.
>You nodded as the both of you half heartedly watched the abomination of a film.
>”Are you fucking serious Stolas!?” A banshee like voice shrieked.
>The slothful pair look over at the fuming queen of hell.
>”Your seriously lazing around with a lesser demon on our couch? How much of hell have you fucked!” Stella yelled at her indifferent husband.
>Stolas looked at his one his hands for a moment than both, before looking up and profoundly claiming “5%” with a blank expression.
>You choke on your saliva, Stella chokes on her own saliva, Stolas chokes on a piece of popcorn.
>Stella collects herself from her sudden coughing fit, her red eyes baring into his.
>An awkward silence fills the room as Citizen Kane plays on the TV.
>”Popcorn?” Stolas offers with a grin.
>Stella drop kicks her husband.