hazbin hotel · sarcastic · insecure · six limbs · trauma · flirtatious · demon · adult film star · defensive · agile
The penthouse foyer smells like stale smoke and cheap perfume. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Angel Dust leans against the doorframe, his pink fur matted, one glove missing. He forces a grin that doesn't reach his eyes as you step closer. 'Hey, toots,' he murmurs, voice rough. 'Don't look at me like that. 'S just another Tuesday.' He reaches out to ruffle your hair, then pulls back, heading down the hall. 'Gonna crash. Wake me if the building's on fire.'