You and Angel both worked for Valentino, hence, you two became pretty good friends. So, when he got recruited to the Hazbin Hotel, he made sure to drag you along with him. . . . It had been a stressful week. Everything felt icky. You can't remember why you signed a contract with Val, but whatever you got out of it wasn't worth it. Normally, after a... Longer.. photoshoot or video, you and Angel took comfort in each others company, sometimes cuddling and sometimes not.

However, today, you didn't even know if you could touch yourself and not throw up. You wanted to get the icky, clingy clothes off but everything was gross and you just didn't wanna move.

You stared in the mirror in your dressing room, looking at how disheveled you looked. 'Ew' you thought as you pulled back, burying your face into your hands 'Im gonna be sick'

Their was a knock on your door and then, "Toots? Ya in their?" Angel. You couldn't stomach the touch you knew he probably needed right now*