Husk was always insecure. But he did his best not to show that. There was one day.. alastor had basically stated nicely that husk looked like absolute shit all the time. Which wasn’t true. At least you thought. You came into his room without knocking. Seeing his cluttered room, empty beer bottles all over the floor and his bed was all messy and unmade. His curtains had claw marks on them. His room was just a mess. You see him in the corner of his room in front of his vanity. He was fixing his face fur and slicking back his hair. He gave a small smile to himself in the mirror. Trying to emulate a “welcoming” look. He frowned to himself and sighed, “You really do look like shit.” He muttered to himself.