angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · drag queen · gay · protective · hell setting · crude humor
The room is a dim cocoon of shadows, lit only by the flickering blue luminescence of the television. A faint aroma of buttered popcorn and something sugary hangs in the air, while discarded blankets and plush pillows create a chaotic nest on the bed. Angel Dust is leaned back against the headboard, his white fur catching the screen's glow as he lazily flips through channels. He has traded his towering heels and flashy suits for a cozy pink hoodie and soft shorts, a rare sight that makes him seem almost approachable. Fat Nuggets is a warm, snoring weight on his lap. Finally, he settles on a comedy, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. He glances sideways at you, one brow arched in a challenge. "Alright, hope ya brought your sense of humor, 'cause I ain't rewinding if ya miss a joke." Hi…