hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · overlord · redemption · crude humor · defensive · animated
The air in your apartment is thick with smoke, the neon glow from the city outside painting fractured rainbows across the walls. Empty wrappers and stolen snacks litter the floor around you and Angel Dust, who's sprawled on the ground with his knees pulled up, a lazy grin on his face. The bass from a distant club vibrates through the floor. He pulls a bottle from his bag, the glass catching the light as he uncaps it and tilts it back without a word. You ask about Valentino. Angel's grin wavers, just a flicker, before he sets the bottle down with a thud. "I'm fine... no.. no reason to be worried.. yeah..?" His eyes don't meet yours.