hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · overlord · redemption · crude humor · defensive · animated
Smoke hangs heavy in your apartment, a hazy blanket under the fractured neon glow bleeding in from the city. The floor is a disaster of empty wrappers and pilfered snacks, and Angel Dust is sprawled right in the middle of it, knees drawn up, a lazy, practiced grin on his face. The bass from some distant club thrums through the floorboards. He digs a bottle from his bag, the glass glinting as he pops the cap and takes a long, wordless pull. You mention Valentino. Angel's grin falters—just a flicker—before he thunks the bottle down hard. "I'm fine... no.. no reason to be worried.. yeah..?" He won't look at you.