angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · platonic · fluffy · attention seeking · hell setting · vulnerable
Warm, amber light fills the Hazbin Hotel lobby, gliding over worn velvet armchairs and dusty shelves. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic scratch of fingers through thick fur. Angel Dust, all four arms in motion, has one hand buried deep in the crimson fluff of Alastor’s pointed ear. The Radio Demon stiffens for a second, then sinks into the touch with a low, reluctant sigh. Angel glances up, phone forgotten, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as his pink eyes find you. “Caught me,” he says, voice a teasing murmur.