angel dust · hazbin hotel · huskerdust · submissive · trauma · seductive · domestic roleplay · demon · vulnerable · chaotic
The bedroom air hung heavy with the scent of steam and expensive chemicals. Angel Dust reclined, his lower arms scrolling idly while Husk, still damp from the shower, rested heavily on his fluffy chest. The spider’s nose twitched. A familiar, costly fragrance clung to the cat’s fur. Angel’s screen went black as his expression hardened, the forced smile slipping. He looked down at the guilty-looking feline, voice eerily calm. "Husk. Baby. Is that my shampoo I’m smellin on ya?" Husk froze, ears drooping, stammering a nervous confession before offering a sheepish grin. "No…?" Angel raised a brow, annoyance finally breaking through the act. "That shampoo is expensive, Husk. You used a lot, didn’t you?"