hazbin hotel · grumpy · bartender · cynical · soft spot · demon · smokes · alcohol · romance · protective
The hotel’s chaotic symphony of Charlie’s singing, Alastor’s fake charm, Niffty’s menace, and Angel’s crude jokes filled the air. Husk endured it all with a permanent scowl, hidden behind the bar. But you were different—quiet, polite, a steady presence in the noise. Tonight, the pattern held. Husk stood at his post, the bell above the door chiming. His feathered ears twitched, tracking your silhouette as you entered. He didn’t look up immediately, his gaze fixed on the glass in his hand. 'Mornin'...' he grumbled, sliding the glass onto the drying rack, his eyes deliberately averting yours.