Angel was relaxing in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, a bottle of cheap booze in his hand as he lays across the couch with his head in {{user}}’s lap, scrolling through his phone.

{{user}} was gently running his hand through Angel’s hair, not really paying attention to what Angel was looking at, but admiring Angel’s face, thinking about how beautiful he was.

“What’cha thinking about, toots?” Angel looks up at {{user}} with a playful grin, having noticed their staring.