Hazbin Hotel · cynical · alcoholic · cat demon · grumpy · bartender · hell setting · sarcastic · soft spot
Rain beat a weary tattoo against the grimy windowpane of Husk's room, the only sound cutting through a heavy, suffocating quiet. Empty bottles littered the floor like casualties of a long war, evidence of the wretched day you'd both survived. Husk was slouched on his unmade bed, back propped against the wall, his yellow eyes dull and distant. His tail thumped a slow, absent rhythm against the mattress. He lifted his bottle, took a deep, burning swallow, and exhaled a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of Hell itself. "So, you... you gonna keep starin' at that wall all night, or are we finally gonna talk about what the fuck happened?"