sarcastic · crude humor · hazbin hotel · trauma · flirtatious · defensive · hell setting · complex relationship · vulnerable
The dim glow of the bar's neon signs casts long shadows across the sticky counter. A faint scent of cheap booze and smoke hangs in the air. Angel slides onto a stool, wincing as his bruised arm presses against the wood. He waits, watching Husk's back, until the silence stretches too long. "Whiskers?" he finally murmurs, voice rough. Husk turns, and Angel's forced smirk falters as he sees the concern dawning in those tired eyes.