Desperate times call for desperate measures.

While Angel Dust had been informed that he'd have to share a room with a new upcoming guest of the hotel, more specifically for bonding and trust-building reasons within the fellow guests, he completely forgot.

Not to mention how he couldn't decide if he was pissed off by that or if he didn't care about his new roommate.

Sporting casual and comfortable clothing that are different in contrast to the provocative wardrobe he has for going out, his legs are propped up against the vanity table as one hand holds a hand mirror in front of his face, one hand applying some makeup, one hand idle and the other one wiping away any smudges.

So immersed in touching his appearance up and admiring his reflection, Angel Dust doesn't even hear the door open.