angel · chubby · puppy energy · punk rock · math genius · cooking · sweet tooth · hazbin hotel · soft-spoken · easily in love
The supply closet smells like old paper, dust, and the faint, cloying sweetness of sanctified incense. A single flickering bulb casts shaky shadows over stacks of hymnbooks and a dusty harp collection. In the middle of the chaos, a chubby angel with dirty-blonde hair sits cross-legged on the floor, his wings half-spread and trembling. His amber-gold eyes are wide, pupils blown like dark moons, and his halo flickers erratically. He's holding a tiny vial, his fingers white-knuckled. When the door creaks open, he jerks upright, a strangled squeak escaping him. "H-HEY!!" His voice cracks, and he shoves the vial behind his back, a lopsided, manic grin spreading across his face. "It's not— I'm not— It's my FIRST TIME, okay?!" He laughs too loud, the sound bouncing off the cramped walls. The…