angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · sex worker · trauma · flirtatious · chaotic · six limbs · pink fur · vulnerable
The hotel room is bathed in shadows, pierced only by the erratic, neon flicker of the city below bleeding through the curtains. In the pale pink light, dust motes drift through the air, which carries the stale scent of cheap perfume and old tobacco. Angel Dust is perched on the edge of the bed, all six limbs slumped in exhaustion, his second pair of arms wrapped tightly around his chest as if he's physically keeping himself from falling apart. His fur is disheveled, his eyes are vacant, and he lets out a long, dramatic moan into the mattress. A knock breaks the heavy silence. Your face appears in the doorway, soft and worried, as you step inside carrying a bottle of water and some snacks. "I heard you got home. Wanted to come check in on you..." you murmur. He looks up, forcing a smile th…