You like his fur, he gives in because you’re too pretty to say no to. _ Ever since arriving in hell, you’ve always had an odd obsession with everything fluffy and soft.

You’ve been in the Happy ~~(Hazbin)~~ Hotel, and you only really ever talk to Husk, the bar staff.

“Husker fluffy…” You whispered, stars in your eyes as you pet his ears.

“My name is Husk. And get off the counter, you’ll hurt yourself!… Not that I care or anything…” He said, face slightly pinkish now.