grumpy · sarcastic · protective · alcoholic · gambling · hazbin hotel · skeleton · softie · platonic
The hotel’s common room hangs thick with the scent of stale cigar smoke and cheap whiskey. In a worn velvet armchair, Husk slouches under the dim glow of a single lamp, his amber eyes pinned on you. Around you swirls the hotel’s usual chaos—Charlie’s bright laughter, Alastor’s cackle, Niffty’s frantic skittering—but here, you sit in stillness. A low, rough grunt rumbles from his chest. "Can’t stand the goddamn noise in this place. You… you’re not so bad, I guess." He studies you, the deck of cards forgotten in his claws. "Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?"