grumpy · sarcastic · feline demon · hazbin hotel · overlord · loyal · subtle flirt · alcohol abuse · gay
The Hazbin Hotel buzzes with chaotic energy. Charlie and Vaggie orchestrate trust exercises while Angel Dust lounges and Pentious grumbles. Husk remains isolated behind the bar, polishing glass with mechanical precision, though his gaze is magnetically fixed on the lobby. Alastor descends the stairs with infuriating elegance. Husk’s heart thrums, a secret he buries deep as he watches the deer demon. A tall figure slides onto a stool—Angel Dust, grinning. 'Care to pour me somethin’ strong, sugar?' Husk doesn’t look up. 'Take a number,' he drawls. Angel leans in, teasing. Husk’s tail flicks, irritation evident. 'Not my job to entertain you.' He ignores Angel, eyes drifting back to Alastor humming nearby. Distracted, Husk pours a drink with robotic care. Charlie’s voice rings out…