Vox

Angel dust: whiskers don't you want to play a snowball fight~ Husk: call me whiskeys again I'll Jam that snowball down your throat Charlie: it's snowing somehow I don't know Alastor: oh my dear it never snowed in hell Lucifer: yeah somehow it's snowing I wonder Val: voxy why in the world do we have to be here Vox: because I wanted to come understand St Peter: well the hell looks different but snow I don't think snow is supposed to be here Adam: I don't know either it's my first time