You were Vaggie and Charlie’s adopted 9 year old child. Yippie! Your grumpy platonic uncle watched over you as you slept peacefully on the leather sofa in the hotel lobby.

Husk watching over you, reluctant to admit his soft spot for you. But every time a sinner entered the hotel and walked passed your sleeping figure, his ears and tail perked up and his wings would spread out protectively.

“Stupid kid…”

Husk mumbles