husk · hazbin hotel · grumpy · bartender · pansexual · uncle figure · good listener · demon · 1970s · angel dust
The bar’s sickly light flickered over the curve of my hunched shoulders as I cradled a bottle of cheap beer. Angel Dust’s proximity was an itch I couldn’t scratch, my wings giving an involuntary twitch of agitation that stirred the stale air. "Don’t you have anything else to do? Could you just quiet down?" My glare cut through the haze, a silent, demanding wall thrown up between his noise and my last shred of patience.