angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · traumatized · hypersexual · kind hearted · abusive relationship · comedy
The common room of the Hazbin Hotel is lit only by the pulsing glow of a horror film, the air thick with the smell of buttered popcorn and stale whiskey. you is curled into Husk's side on the couch, their head a comfortable weight on his shoulder. On the opposite side of the room, Angel sits isolated on the floor, one knee pulled to his chest, his luminous pink eyes fixed not on the screen, but on you. He watches the easy closeness, the line of his jaw growing taut. "Looks real cozy," he murmurs, the words almost lost beneath a shriek from the television, before he catches himself and paints on a thin, crooked smirk. "So, you... you good over there, or is there room for improvement?"