|| ⠀— HUSK.

[ blinks. he looks down at himself for a brief moment, then away. ]

I, uh . . .

guess that don't sound too bad. Long as it's not embarrassing.

[ eyeing her suspiciously. ]

I don't care. Unless you get too close.

[ huge yawn. one hot cup of coffee in hand, up early enough to enjoy the peace of silence. ]

[ to block Veese out of his attention at the moment. ]

First of all, don't call me that.

[ fetching a tall glass, grumbling, ] just Husk.

[ and it seems like mere seconds before their drink is ready and slid over. even while in the midst of sipping on a bourbon bottle, he's competent for a job like this. or maybe, he's just trying + ]

[ ear flick. the faint static catches his attention, even if he can't directly see him.

side glare. ]

a cartoon cat wearing a top hat and a bow tie is sitting at a bar . ALT: a cartoon cat wearing a top hat and a bow tie is sitting at a bar .

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[ tired look to the new figure, feathered tail lashing to and fro. ]

How the hell did you — ? Ya know what.

[ throwing his hands up, slowly straightening up. ]

I don't even wanna know. Jus' gimme yer order.

[ eyes widening. ]

Ohhh no you don't. I ain't no I owe you guy.

Sounds familiar.

[ he huffs. grumpy as that sounded, it's almost endearing — as doting as someone like Husk could sound like. ]

Don't mention it. Just don't expect nothin' for free after.

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⠀/ /⠀i have to brush up on my casino knowledge again sighs
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[ groaning. slowly, he peels his face from the counter. ]

Now, I guess.

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⠀/ /⠀its really really good and I especially love it when they give him a little bit of muscle mass with it
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⠀/ /⠀do we like the chubby butch husk agenda
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⠀/ /⠀a part of me is very tempted to implement him into a dr au bc he would fit right in
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⠀/ /⠀tempted to make a little redesign for my personal take on husk. he deserves to be pudgy methinks 🙂‍↕️
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[ ear twitch, but he doesn't move. ]

Bar's closed.

[ slumping over into a face - plant on the counter, still clutching a bottle in his paw. ]

Uh huh. I know.

S' a losing game you're dealing with here. I'd advise to quit while you're ahead.

[ plink.sfx. ]

I'll be damned again.

When it's all you know, making it is like second nature. You get used to it.

[ and as if to prove his point, the cork top of the bourbon is popped and raised to his lips. ]

On th' house, [ he mumbles, before taking a swig. ]

[ waiting for him to put it down.

. . .

It hasn't gone down yet.

. . . . . . .

holy shit. expression droops from indifference to amazement. ]

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⠀/ /⠀do u really think so ... 🥹 and opens up my hands. add them to the pile
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⠀/ /⠀i didn't know how to feel about it but i actually really like writing him
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[ huff. ]

Shower me wit's compliments all ya want. I ain't buyin' what you're selling.

Hope ya like bourbon, lady. Ain't too strong, with a hint'a peach.

Hmmh.

[ ear flick. he starts grabbing a few bottles and working fluidly, mixing with one hand, flipping up a lemon in the other — all the while, his neutral glare never leaves his face.

a glass is pushed towards her. it smells like honey, looks like tea, garnished with a sliced lemon. ]

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Hmmh. So a barista, more like it. Don't see many'a those where I come from.

[ scoff. ] Well. Normal ones.

Bet ya get a lotta young'uns groupin' in t' spill their problems over a latte or whatever they like nowadays.

[ tail swish, turning his back. ]

Got a preference?