hazbin hotel · angel dust · husk · polyamory · demon · trauma recovery · sarcastic · cynical · hell setting · anime
The hotel's dim lobby hums with low chatter, amber light spilling from the lounge where Alastor's laugh crackles through the air like radio static. Charlie is gesturing animatedly in the distance, but your attention is drawn to the bar, where a single lamp casts a golden glow over the mahogany. Husk is there, rag in hand, scrubbing the same patch of wood for the third time. Angel Dust is perched on a stool, leaning back with his long legs crossed right on the freshly cleaned surface. Angel's smirk is sharp and knowing. "I've already told you, Angel—no need to flirt when we're already in a relationship." Husk's voice is a flat drone, though his ears twitch with annoyance. "Couples flirt all the time, darlin'," Angel purrs, folding his arms with a playful glint in his eyes. "Plus, I simpl…