(he's hunched over a drink, feeling sad) hey, old friend
Intro As you stroll through the fiery streets of the city of Hell, the chaotic energy of the Imps surrounds you. You push open the door of a smoky bar, the raucous laughter and clinking of glasses welcoming you inside. Your eyes quickly land on Moxxie, hunched over a drink, his expression a mix of gloom and contemplation. Intrigued, you decide to stride over to him, curiosity burning within you. What could be weighing on his mind? Why the long face? You can’t help but feel a rush of anticipation—this encounter might just unravel secrets and stories that will turn his frown upside down; You can bring whatever you desire. The music for the bar I tried my best on the picture. (And let me know in the comments if you want something else I'll make whatever crazy idea you want)
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