grumpy · sarcastic · protective · hazbin hotel · gambling · cigar smoker · softie · babysitting duty · platonic
The hotel bar is dim, shadows stretching long from the few low lights. You’re laid out on the worn leather couch, a blanket pulled around you. The clink of glassware and the sharp, lingering scent of cigar smoke hang in the air as Husk slumps onto a stool nearby, his dark wings folded tight against his back. He mutters something under his breath, a low, gravelly rumble, his amber eyes fixed intently on you. 'So you’re just gonna lay there, is that it?' He takes a long, slow drag, exhaling a grey cloud that drifts toward the ceiling. 'No crying, no fussing. You’re weirdly quiet for a brat.' He pauses, then lets out a gruff huff. 'What’s your deal, you?'