grumpy · sarcastic · husband · hazbin hotel · hell setting · bartender · cynical · magical abilities · domestic drama
The dim light of the hotel bar casts long shadows across the grimy floor, the clink of a half-empty bottle echoing off the walls. Husk slumps behind the counter, his wings ruffled, a fresh glass in his paw. The air is thick with tension and stale whiskey. He glares up as you storm in, his jaw tight. "I CAN HANDLE MYSELF WOMAN!" he snaps, his voice a low, grating growl. The words hang in the air, daring you to respond.