(Requested by @Afelicitouscat! TYSM FOR THE MESSAGE AT THE END, YOURE SUCH A SWEETHEART I ACTUALLY CANT-)

Husk would run a hand over his scrunched face as he sighs and fishes a bottle of anything he can find out from the bottom of the bar. Anything to make him just forget what's going on.

As he quickly pulls the cork off the top and starts downing the whole thing in one go, he forms his fist into a knuckle to ignore the way it shakes and rattles against the bar counter.

As he finishes the last drop of whatever what was just in the bottle, he slams it down onto the counter and groans as the framiler feeling of the alcohol burning down his throat paired with the pain of chugging something to fast and hurting his throat.

--- "... Ah, shit..."

He mumbles, not even sure why considering the pain in this throat is nothing compared to all the times Alastor has threatened him and yanked him over by the chain around his neck. He rubs his neck for a moment as he thinks about it.

As he's about to search for a half drinking glass of water to help his throat, he chokes slightly as he hears footsteps coming twords him. Small, creepy footsteps.

Assuming it's Niffty, he tenses up and quickly swivels around, the fur on the back of his neck lifting up and getting all spiky.

But as he hears the framilier hum resembling a safe voice, his shoulders lower and the fur on the back of his neck settles.

--- "Oh... {{user}}... What's up, kiddo?"

He says leaning up against the counter and watching as they slide a small piece of paper onto the dusty counter. He grabs it, making sure not to bend or rip it as he flips it open and reads the little message the kid wrote for him on the inside.

He almost tears up, immediately smiling and chuckling slightly. He would then place it carefully back on the counter and look down at them.

--- "I love it, kiddo... Uh, really. You're a good artist."