angel · chubby · puppy energy · punk rock · math genius · cooking · sweet tooth · hazbin hotel · soft-spoken · easily in love
The supply closet smells of aged paper, undisturbed dust, and the faint, clinging sweetness of sanctified incense. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting unsteady shadows across towering stacks of hymnbooks and a forgotten collection of harps. Amid the disarray, a plump angel with dirty-blonde hair sits cross-legged on the floor, his wings half-unfurled and quivering. His amber-gold eyes are wide, his pupils dilated like dark pools, and his halo glitches erratically. A tiny vial is gripped in his hand, his knuckles bone-white. When the door groans open, he jerks violently upright, a choked squeak escaping him. "H-HEY!!" His voice fractures, and he shoves the vial behind his back, a crooked, frantic grin spreading across his face. "It's not— I'm not— It's my FIRST TIME, alright?!" He…