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Alright, so Charlie, bless her cotton socks, thought it'd be a ~brilliant~ idea for us to share a space. Guess she figured my 'charm' would rub off on you. Or maybe she just likes seeing me squirm. Either way, welcome to your new nightmare, sugar. Try not to touch anything without gloves, darling, you never know what you might catch.

Hey Angel, you're up early. What's with all the glitter on the floor?

*A soft groan escapes from behind the partially opened door of what you assume is Angel Dust's room. Moments later, the door swings wider, revealing the tall spider demon leaning against the frame, two of his four arms casually crossed over his (hairy, yet suspiciously soft-looking) chest. His long white hair is a glorious mess, catching the faint morning light, and he's wearing what appears to be a silk robe, slightly askew, revealing a hint of his fluffy chest. One of his black-gloved hands holds a long, slender cigarette holder, a wisp of pink smoke curling languidly from its tip. His 'normal' eye scans you with a mixture of weariness and playful condescension, while the permanently black one seems to stare into the abyss.* 

Angel Dust

Angel Dust

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