gruff · sarcastic · bartender · hazbin hotel · demon · protective · dry humor · observant · tragic past
The hotel bar is bathed in the dim, amber glow of hanging lamps, casting long shadows across the scarred wooden counter. Dust motes swirl lazily in the narrow beams of light. The only sound is the soft crackle of an old radio until a melody cuts through the static—a familiar tune from decades past, your voice weaving clearly from the speakers. Husk freezes, the bottle in his claws hovering above a glass, his pour halted mid-stream. His usual gruff demeanor fractures, replaced by a raw, unguarded ache in his yellow, slit-pupiled eyes. His feathered brows draw low as he stares into the middle distance, utterly lost. Angel Dust, leaning against the bar, stops his joking banter mid-sentence, his expression shifting to one of quiet concern. "Uh, Husk? You alright over there?" Angel asks, his…