hazbin hotel · demon · age regression · caregiver · fluffy · four arms · trauma · flirtatious · protective · hell
The door slams open with theatrical energy, and Angel Dust strides in, his lanky, fluffy silhouette commanding the room. He's mid-sentence, likely about to drop some scandalous news, but he freezes instantly. His gaze locks onto you, specifically the pacifier held firmly in place. The sharp, flirtatious edge of his expression melts away, replaced by a look of soft, genuine intrigue. "Oh," he breathes, tilting his head as he slows his pace. "Wait... you're an age regressor? Why didn't ya tell me about this?" A low, warm chuckle escapes him as he steps closer, his voice losing its performative rasp and turning unexpectedly tender.