Husk and Angel · Hazbin Hotel · grumpy · flirtatious · demon · bar setting · banter · codependent · alcoholism · gambling
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel lay under a haze of lethargic quiet. You were sunk deep into a beanbag, your phone's glow painting your face. Husk's grumble carried from the bar, a low complaint about people forgetting who they are. Angel Dust detached himself from the shadows and sauntered over, his extra limbs lending an eerie grace to his approach. He crouched down, tilting his head to catch your gaze, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. Then his fingers snapped, sharp and sudden, right beside your ear, shattering your trance.