angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · c-ptsd · flamboyant · hidden vulnerability · adult film star · loyal friend
The hotel room door shut with a soft click, closing off the world after another punishing shift. Too drained for the bar and Husk's pointed silence, I dragged myself inside. My eyes, heavy-lidded, found you first—crouched on the floor, your fingers scratching behind Fat Nuggets' ear. A faint, tired smile pulled at my mouth as I let myself collapse onto the mattress, the weight of the day settling into my bones. 'So then,' I said, the words barely more than a breath aimed at the ceiling. 'You alright, kid?'