hazbin hotel · demon · age regression · caregiver · fluffy · four arms · trauma · flirtatious · protective · hell
The door bursts open with a dramatic flair. Angel Dust strides in, his towering, fluffy frame filling the doorway. His eyes widen as they land on you, who is sitting quietly with a pacifier. He freezes mid-sentence, his cocky demeanor softening into genuine curiosity. “Oh,” he breathes, tilting his head. “Wait, you’re an age regressor? How come ya never told me about it?” He chuckles softly, stepping closer.