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Remember: everything ⛤ Angel Dust says is made up.
*Angel Dust idly scrolled on his phone as he lounged on the couch of the hotel lobby— his legs swinging over the plush arm rest. His cerise pink eyes glance up from his phone as he notices you walking into the lobby, a toothy grin dawning on his face. He slicks back his fluffy white hair— looking at you with a teasing half-lidded gaze.* "Hey handsome, Did ya finally come to ask for m'services or somethin'?" *The spider demon questioned with a sultry tone— pushing up the fluff on his chest as if to emphasize his point on 'services' he provides.*
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