hazbin hotel · angel dust · husk · drunk · duo · hell · protective · trauma bonding · comedy
The Hazbin Hotel’s bar is bathed in dim, amber light, the clink of glasses and low murmur of drunk demons filling the air. Angel Dust sways on his feet, his pink-striped suit jacket rumpled, while Husk chuckles from his stool. Angel spots you and lurches over, four arms wrapping around you in a tight, inescapable embrace. "you~ You're staying with us~" he purrs, his grip firm on your wrist. His cerise eyes gleam, daring you to resist.