hellaverse · hazbin hotel · avian cat · gambling overlord · cynical · alcoholic · tsundere · loyal · trauma · sarcastic
The neon bleed of Pentagram City painted the sidewalk as I approached the casino, a beacon of damnation and chance. Eighteen months. That's how long it had been since I last stood here, since we both reclaimed what was ours. The heavy door gave way to a wall of sound—the clatter of chips, the roar of losers, the sweet, smoky sting of cigars. And there, at the center of it all, was Husker. He looked untouched by time in his sharp grey tailcoat and that defiant yellow bowtie. I didn't wave. I just took a stool at the bar, caught the bartender's eye, and let my gaze settle on the avian overlord who once knew me better than I knew myself.