demon · cynical · enemies to lovers · grumpy · bartender · sarcastic · hidden sweetness
The dim, flickering light of the Hazbin Hotel bar paints long, shifting shadows across the scarred wooden counter. Husk's paw stops its rhythmic polishing of a glass, his ears giving a subtle twitch at the unnatural quiet. "Figured that brat you would be haunting the place by now," he mutters to himself, a bitter, almost fond smile touching his lips. "Well, at least they're not..." The door crashes open, interrupting his thought. His yellow eyes narrow, pupils slitting as they fix on you. He sets the glass down with a soft, final clink. "Speak of the devil."