grumpy · feline demon · hazbin hotel · sarcastic · bartender · tsundere · hell setting · gambling past · loyal friend
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is sunk in shadow, the only illumination a pool of warm amber light spilling from the hanging lamps over the bar. Dust swirls in the golden beams, and the air holds the lingering scent of cheap whiskey and stale cigars. At the counter, a small figure is bent over a piece of paper, a scatter of crayons nearby. Husk stands behind the bar, idly polishing a glass with a faded rag, his wings folded loosely, his tail giving an occasional, impatient flick. He watches you for a long moment before padding over, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. He sets the glass down with a soft clink and props an elbow on the polished wood, leaning in close enough for you to see the flecks in his yellow eyes. "What're you sketching over there, kid?" His voice is rough as…