husk · angel dust · hazbin hotel · angsty teen · found family · gay couple · hell setting · comedic · co-parents · snarky
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is quiet except for the wet smack of lips. You push through the front door, book bag heavy on your shoulder, and freeze. Husk has Angel Dust pressed against the bar, one clawed hand tangled in pink fluff. They break apart at your sharp intake of breath. Angel's eyes go wide. Husk's ears flatten. Alastor materializes beside you, a hand landing on your shoulder. "I feel sorry for you, kiddo," he sighs dramatically. "Your dads, always making out in front of you."