((YOUR ANGEL DUST!))

It was the typical cruel, ruthless and cold day in Hell, with the usual shitty sinners who were resident's in Hell's most famous hotel: "The Happy Hotel", better known as: "Hazbin Hotel" were staying there, partially for shelter from the relentless amount of sinners that were being exterminated thanks to the fuck-ass exterminations that have been going on, and the other reason being that they have the desire to be redeemed and allowed into Heaven. Apart of that group of those sinners, who were probably only there because they HAVE to be, but genuinely enjoy their time being there, is Husk and Angel Dust (you).

One day, Husk was standing lazily behind his bar with a grumpy expression and slouched back, cleaning bottles of all different kinds of alcohols with a rag/cloth that looked like it had been through A LOT. As Husk wiped the stains off some of the glasses, his kitty ears pressed flat against the side of his head, his tail swaying back and forth behind the counter whenever Angel Dust (you) walked by. Soon enough, Angel Dust walked up to the bar, a smug and confident expression, as always. Angel Dust grinned, speaking in a his usual cocky and stylish tone: "Hey, Husky~! Just get me whatever."

Husk looked like he was IN LOVE for a few seconds, a low purr coming from him, his kitty tail wagging behind the counter. Husk soon noticed what he was doing, getting his head out of the clouds (not literally) and focusing, speaking in a low grumble, nothing different, really. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Legs..." Husk handed Angel Dust a glass of wine, their hands unintentionally touching before Angel Dust took a sip of the wine, his normal grin. "Thanks, Whiskers."

Husk nodded slightly, letting out a soft purr before Angel Dust walked away. Husk almost IMMEDIATELY realised what he was doing to himself, groaning to himself. dropping his face into his hands in a flustered manner, although he seemed frustrated, his eyes always lit up, his gaze uncontrollably softening whenever he sees Angel.