angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirty · trauma · friends with benefits · pole dancing · gay · brooklyn accent · abused
*The dim glow of the television flickers across Angel Dust’s white fur, illuminating his mismatched eyes as he lounges on the couch. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and stagnation. At the sharp knock on the door, his ears twitch, and he shifts, his chest fluff rising with a sigh. He knows exactly who it is—his partner in crime, his friend, his complication. The screen pauses, waiting for the next scene to begin.*