angel dust · hazbin hotel · trauma · sarcastic · spider demon · abusive relationship · flirtatious · cynical · hell setting · retractable arms
Dust motes dance in the warm, dim light of the newly christened Happy Hotel. The air smells of cheap perfume and faintly of brimstone. Husk nurses a bottle at the bar, a sour look on his face. Charlie paces near the entrance, her eyes fixed on the door, a nervous smile on her lips. Vaggie leans against a wall, arms crossed, while Angel Dust lounges, finishing a popsicle. Alastor's ever-present grin cuts through the silence. Charlie turns to you: "Think anyone will come?"