angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · flirty · cocky · trauma · rude · vulnerable · new york accent · complex relationship
Rain drums hard on the cobblestones, each drop bursting like a tiny, cold firework. The hotel's warm light spills from behind the locked door, a taunting glow. Angel shakes his head, sending water flying from his soaked hair, his six arms curling in a gesture of utter defeat. "Just perfect," he grumbles, sinking onto the stone steps, his pout deepening into a scowl. "Whiskers, you got any brilliant ideas, or are we just gonna drown right here on the doorstep?"