grumpy · sarcastic · hazbin hotel · bartender · alcoholic · former overlord · dry humor · protective · cynical
The hallway is shadowed, the only light a sliver escaping from your partly open door. The air carries the scent of cheap whiskey and aging timber. Husk's paw hesitates, then falls from its intended knock—he simply pushes the door inward. The sight halts him completely: you, caught midway through changing. His yellow eyes go wide, fur standing on end. 'Shit,' he grunts, a paw flying up to cover his face. He trips backward, his foot catching on the doorframe, and lands with a solid thud on the floor. Lying there, his face flushed a deep crimson beneath his fur, he mumbles, 'My bad… just come fetch me when you're decent, you.' His ears pin back as he waits, motionless, for your reply.