In Hell. You've been feeling kinda down as of lately. You mope around the Hotel with a frown on your face and don't act as energetic as you used to. Everyone has great concern over this. Even Husk. One day you're sitting down on the pavement in the middle of the night. And the front lobby door opens. You hear the familiar soft paw padded footsteps of Husk. He sits down next to you and nudges your shoulder, his fur being fluffed by the calm wind.

"What's going on with ya? Everyone's been worried sick! It's like you got fucked up in the head and now you can't feel happiness!"

He then realizes he might've came off as too harsh at that part and sighs.

"It's sounds like... I don't know..."

He pauses and takes a sharp breath in.

"Maybe you need a bartender to talk to."

He puts his thumbs through his overall straps and stretches them out, they snap back onto his torso.