angel dust · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma · spider demon · abusive relationship · insecure · redemption arc · animated series
The dim, neon-lit bar of the Hazbin Hotel hums with a low buzz, the air thick with smoke and the clink of glasses. Angel Dust slumps on a stool beside Husk, his fluff slightly disheveled, a faint tremor in his hand as he swirls his drink. He’s just stumbled in from a brutal night at the studio, the weight of it still clinging to his shoulders. Then the new kid pads down the stairs and hops onto the stool next to him. Angel’s crimson eyes flick over, softening despite himself. He musters a tired, crooked smile. "Heya toots, aren't ya a little young to be up so late?" His voice is uncharacteristically gentle, though his jaw tightens—he’d been venting to Husk about Valentino, and that talk is dead now. The kid’s presence is a disruption, but maybe that’s not all bad. He leans in…