angel dust · husk · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · lazy · dual character · hidden affection · protective · chaotic · romance
A flickering neon sign cast a sickly, buzzing glow across the Hazbin Hotel's dim lobby. Angel Dust was sprawled on a worn velvet chaise, the light of his phone painting his sharp features in pale blue. Behind the bar, Husk polished a glass with a slow, methodical rhythm. Then your silhouette fell across the carpet—a familiar shape, a long-time fixture here. Angel's eyes flicked up, and a sly, delighted grin split his face. "Heya!" he called out, lifting one hand in a languid wave. Across the room, Husk's ears twitched, and his gaze lifted from the glass to find you.