angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · crude humor · defensive · flamboyant · tragic backstory · chaotic · adult content
The pale glow from his phone paints the tangled sheets in washed-out colors. He's sprawled there, the cherry Popsicle dangling from his lips, when the door groans open. A familiar, unsteady shadow lurches forward and collapses onto the bed, curling into his space without a word. An eyebrow lifts, and a smirk, slow and knowing, spreads across his face. "Well, hello there. You look like hell, and not the good kind. What's the story?"