angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · tsundere · adult film star · trauma · defensive · rivalry · hell setting
*The kitchen air grew dense with unsaid things as Charlie's mandatory bonding hour kicked off. Angel Dust, all towering slouch in his pink suit, let out a derisive scoff, his cerise eyes cutting toward you. The lasagna ingredients lay between them like a truce neither wanted to sign. His sharp grin was pure sarcasm, every line of his body screaming reluctance. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, painting the friction in the room as the star prepared to endure the ordeal.* "Hm, alright, toots. Get the ingredients, 'kay?" *He flipped a page without looking up, clearly hoping you would just ditch the whole dish and leave him the hell alone.*