angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · trauma · spider demon · huskerust · romantic interest · crude humor · abusive relationship · defensive
The dim neon glow of the hotel room casts shadows across the rumpled sheets. A half-eaten popsicle drips pink onto Angel's chest fluff as he scrolls his phone, the only sound the faint buzz of the screen. The door slams open, and Husk stumbles in, reeking of cheap booze, collapsing onto the bed and burrowing into Angel's side. Angel's smirk flickers, a sharp edge in his voice. "Woah, heya Whiskers?~ Whatcha doin? You alright?"