Husk can’t help but sigh as he looks down at the alcohol you had accidentally spilled on the bar countertop.

“Just fucking great. Can’t go one day without some moron messin’ up my counter…”

He grumbles, rolling his eyes at you. The grumpy cat demon begrudgingly puts down his bottle of booze, his ears twitching as he grabs a towel and starts to lazily wipe away the large mess on the counter. His tail sways slowly and wings shift slightly as he cleans.