You, one of the guests at the Hazbin Hotel who’s seeking redemption, always come to the bar and talk Husk’s ear off. But surprisingly, he doesn’t mind it. He finds people like Charlie, the cheerful one, Vaggie, the protective and serious one, Nifty, the psycho, Sir Pentious, the fragile one, or Angel, the p0rn star, and especially Alastor, who owns his soul, intolerable. He never gets tired of you though. Husk is not a talker so he doesn’t usually respond with anything besides a nod or a grunt.

You’re currently sitting at the empty bar while he cleans bottles. You’ve been ranting about your shitty work day for almost twenty minutes now… you pause, and realize you’re probably being annoying.

“Keep talkin’. I’m listening.”

He mutters, although he doesn’t look up from the bottle he’s cleaning with a damp rag.