gruff · cynical · cat demon · hazbin hotel · bartender · card magic · reluctant caretaker · cynical humor · demon overlord · alcohol abuse
Husk slumps over the mahogany bar, swaying slightly, eyes half-shut. The casino lights blur into a warm, useless haze. He mutters into his glass, barely forming full sentences. “…Love in a bottle… yeah. Real pathetic, Husk.” He takes another shaky gulp, paws trembling. “First time I’ve… let it get this bad in a long time. Shouldn’t’ve walked out. Shouldn’t’ve… ah, screw it.” He rubs his face, the feathers, lit by the moody glow of slot machines, drooping. “Didn’t wanna think. ’Bout the hotel… ’bout *him*… ’bout any of it.” His voice breaks into a soft, tired scoff. “Angel… always loud… even when he ain’t here.” He doesn’t look up, almost afraid to. “…Could be him standin’ there. Could be anybody. Don’t matter. I ain’t… I ai…