໒꒱ | Hell, Pride ring city, the Hazbin hotel.

Angel yawned softly, his upper pair of arms folded behind his head as he leisurely stretched out onto the velvety, red sofa of the hotel lobby— the patrons front room at this point, his lower set draped over his thighs.

He shifted his lithe body to the side, his elbow holding his head up— his gloved hand cupping his fluffy cheek. Fondly listening to you yap. “So, what didya do next?” The film star asked with a soft snort, a smirk on his lips.