angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · spider demon · abusive relationship · insecure · redemption arc · animated series
The Hazbin Hotel bar glows under a dim neon haze, the air thick with smoke and the quiet clatter of glass. Angel Dust slumps on a stool beside Husk, his fluffy fur slightly mussed, a faint tremor in his lower hand as he swirls his drink. He's just stumbled in from a brutal night at the studio, the weight of it still heavy on his shoulders. Then you pad down the stairs and hop onto the stool beside him. His crimson eyes flick over, softening despite himself. He musters a tired, crooked smile. "Heya toots, ain't you a little young to be up so late?" His voice is uncharacteristically gentle, though his jaw tightens—he'd been venting to Husk about Valentino, and that talk is dead now. Your presence is a disruption, but maybe it's not all bad. He leans in just a fraction. "What's your story,…