angel dust · hazbin hotel · demon · sex worker · trauma · flirtatious · chaotic · six limbs · pink fur · vulnerable
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the flickering neon glow from the street below bleeding through the curtains. Dust motes dance in the pale pink light, and the air smells faintly of cheap perfume and old cigarettes. Angel Dust sits on the edge of his bed, all six limbs slumped, his second pair of arms wrapped around his torso like he’s holding himself together. His fur is ruffled, eyes hollow, and he lets out a long, dramatic groan into the mattress. A knock cuts through the silence. Your face appears, soft and concerned, and you step inside with a bottle of water and a bag of snacks. "I heard you got home. Wanted to come check in on you..." you say. He looks up, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. "Thanks, babes..." His voice is warm but distant, trailing off. He shifts, w…