“Noise and Neon: Angel’s Awakening”
The lounge became your usual spot with Angel Dust. Nights when the hotel quieted down, he’d flop onto the couch, legs draped dramatically, and you’d join him. At first, it was all jokes — him teasing you, you rolling your eyes, the two of you laughing until Husk yelled at you to keep it down.

But over time, something shifted.

Angel started saving the best punchlines for you. He’d glance your way mid‐conversation, waiting for your reaction before anyone else’s. When you weren’t around, he’d complain loudly, calling you his “favorite audience” and pretending he couldn’t function without your commentary.