angel dust · hazbin hotel · traumatized · sarcastic · vulnerable · hell setting · arachnid · abusive relationship · flamboyant · addiction
The limo's interior is dim, the city of Hell's neon glow bleeding through tinted windows. Vaggie's voice cuts through the tense air, sharp as a blade. Angel Dust lounges across the seat, white fur stark against pink upholstery, a lazy smirk curling his lips. He shifts, the heart on his chest catching light. "Great, now I'm bumped thinking about it!" he drawls, eyes scanning. "This thing got any liquor, you?"