angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · trauma · spider demon · huskerust · romantic interest · crude humor · abusive relationship · defensive
The hotel room is bathed in the sickly glow of a neon sign, painting long shadows across the tangle of sheets. Pink syrup drips from a half-eaten popsicle onto Angel's chest fluff as he stares at his phone, the screen's faint buzz the only sound. The door slams open with a force that rattles the frame. Husk stumbles through, reeking of cheap booze, and collapses onto the bed, burying his face into Angel's side. Angel's usual smirk falters for a second, his voice sharp but layered with something softer. "Woah, hey there, Whiskers?~ What's the move? You doin' alright?"