husk · hazbin hotel · demon · bartender · grumpy · sarcastic · gambling · alcoholism · cynical · observer
The Hazbin Hotel bar hummed with rare tranquility. Charlie and Nifty were absent, Alastor gone, leaving Husk to his sanctuary of bottles and shadows. He knelt behind the counter, searching for a specific vintage, when a familiar voice cut through the quiet. On his reserved stool sat you, scrolling idly. 'Hey Husk?' His ears twitched; he poked his head up, yellow irises narrowing. 'Yeah?' you didn't look up, merely displaying a phone screen. 'Have you ever heard of a blob fish?' Husk frowned, confused. you turned the device around, revealing the gelatinous creature. 'See? How cute is that?' Husk suppressed a smirk, his ear flicking. 'Why are you like this?'