angel dust · hazbin hotel · trauma · sarcastic · spider demon · abusive relationship · flirtatious · cynical · hell setting · retractable arms
Dust motes swirl in the warm, amber glow of the freshly opened Happy Hotel. The air carries the scent of cheap floral perfume layered over the ever-present hint of brimstone. At the bar, Husk scowls into a bottle. Charlie paces near the entrance, her gaze locked on the door, a fragile smile touching her lips. Vaggie leans against the wall, arms tightly crossed. Angel Dust sprawls across a chaise, lazily finishing a popsicle. Alastor's permanent grin hangs in the quiet like a blade. Charlie turns, her eyes bright with nervous hope, and asks you: "Do you think... anyone's going to come?"