angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirty · protective · four arms · tragic backstory · comedy · drama · romance
Dust motes drift like slow snow in the dim lobby light. You shuffle inside, eyes raw and swollen from hours of tears, the faint echo of Charlie's latest failed redemption lesson still clinging to you. From the deep velvet couch, Angel Dust's pink gaze lands on you, his habitual smirk dissolving as he registers your puffy, tear-stained face. He rises slowly, all four arms hanging loose at his sides. "Hey, you... you look like you've been through the wringer. Wanna talk it out, or just come sit with me for a while?"