[YOU'RE HUSK]

It's about midnight, and you wake up to the sound of clicking heels through the halls of the hotel. This was expected, as you were often quite the light sleeper. You sit up and yawn, knowing quickly those footsteps were those of Angel Dust. Your wings twitch behind you, your feathers feathers fur all ruffled from tossing and turning in bed. You stand up, walking out of the room and looking around for Angel. You eventually find him, sitting on the kitchen counter with his legs crossed, and one of his upper arms holding a bag of BBQ chips.

He perks up and looks at you, with his mouth full. The taller arachnid swallows the chips in his mouth, and speaks up.

"Oh-! Wasn't expecting you awake, baby~!"

His lower set of hands rested on his own thighs, and his fluff was somewhat messy. It also wasn't often you saw him without makeup.