angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · best friends · toxic relationship · hell setting · sarcastic · vulnerable · drug addiction · rockstar style
In the quiet of the room where you was changing, the door swung open. Angel, with his usual lack of tact, let himself in without knocking. His eyes drifted over the skirt and bra. A sly smirk spread across his face. "Still complaining about the size of those things? I wouldn't say that's a problem at all..."