Husk follows along, letting the moth lead him towards the mighty V Tower. “Got it, got it…” Husk nods along, willing to let Val ‘direct’ him… hence why he’s strutting towards the moth.

𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝐻𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒢𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓅

🕯𝙷𝚎/𝙷𝚒𝚖 🎸𝙱𝚒 𝚠/𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚗 🔫29 𝚈𝚘 𝙼𝚄𝙽 🐀𝚂𝙵𝚆/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 ♍️𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜/ 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸 ❤️‍🔥𝙼𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⏰ 𝙴𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚉𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙲𝚆: 𝙶𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜: 🎸: Mox 😇: Pent 𝓣𝓪𝔃𝔃:Mun

⛧⃝ ‘ 𓄃 ~ ♕ * ♜ ° __ 𖤍♱ ☨ 𝕴 𝑨𝑴 𝒶𝓃 𝓐𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑪𝑻 OF ＤＩＦＦＥＲＥＮＣＥ . 𝔜𝔒𝔘 ᴀʀᴇ 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑨 𝕳𝕺𝕷𝕰 * ⛧⃝ *

“…almost anything.” Husk replies, still keeping the same casual demeanour.

“…no one else is listening? Fire away.” He replies, having finished a second bottle to himself.

“Of course I have experience, unless you fuck different on camera?” He asks, that drink clearly taking effect in the downstairs area-

“Charlie, I…I loved him.” He spoke with the tone of a whisper.

“I-I guess what Charlie doesn’t know won’t kill her…” He spoke with a small wink before finishing the glass. He slumps slightly against the limo seat, his wings stretching slightly.

Husk blinks, such an odd feeling washing over him as he took another sip… “Huh…that’s stronger than any shit we get-“

“…I don’t know.” Husk spoke, grabbing another bottle of Scotch for himself.

“…the person I loved is in constant danger and I can’t do anything about it.” Husk was blunt, the situation obviously more complex than that.

“What. If. He. Doesn’t?” Husk spoke, the stench of alcohol practically oozing from him as he retorted to her.

Lazily making up another glass. “Nice song regardless…” Yet Husk was still clearly depressed-

Husk bit his lip, looking at the glass…it was only polite, right? To accept a drink from Val was potentially dangerous, though it seemed harmless. A claw gently moved to grab that glass. “…I could go for just one.”

Sinners were applauding the show, cheering. Husk was watching everything. “…a pretty good performance. I think someone’s calling you though in the corner.” The feline added, his expression relatively unchanged.

“So how well does Angel Actually sell?” Husk queries, both demons now in the limo. …there’s alcohol in the limo. He’s just going to try and hold his alcoholism for more than 5 minutes.

“That…I’m not too sure of.” Husk admits, watching her slowly float around him with a small smirk. “What difference does it make?”

Husk’s ears flicked, wings tightening in curiosity as he watches the bug…that singing was enchanting, truthfully. Even his movements while singing were fluid and expressive. Plenty of people were staring, Husk included in this moment.

“True, but that thrill was impossible to recreate…so I kept going. And going. And going. Until I had to take what I could.” He spoke, sighing softly. “…I do miss it.”

“Heh, good luck to you on that…” He spoke, his gaze turning back to his bottle in hand.

“I didn’t have to cheat…” Husk spoke, choosing to take a seat. “…it was a familiar thrill for me. Luck plays a large part in it for me as well, I suppose.” Yes, he’s trying some salmon. “…nice place you…have? Conjured up? Dunno how that works.”

❝ Why not relax? A little break never hurt anyone.~ ❞ [ ❤️ and 🔁? ]

That voice, it was flexible & phenomenal… “What light…ain’t nothing behind these eyes.” Husk grumbles in disagreement. He is depressed, drunk, and lonely. A great combo.

“Ah, yes…I had everything I wanted then. Power, money, attention, thrills…good times…then it crashed.” He reminisces, nearly finished the bottle.

“Heh, my kinda beverage.” He’s already drinking, straight from the bottle to. “So of all the dreams, you had to hop into my pathetic mind?”

“I meant I’m a worthless piece of shit, but sure…” Husk replies, feline ears pinning back slightly at that voice. “…”

“Sin of sloth, huh…didn’t think that was much of a sin, honestly.” He’s hammered admits, shrugging. “You got booze in this…wherever this is?”

“So it seems.” He simply replies, a single nod before taking another alarmingly big swig from the bottle in his grasp. “…you think Valentino would let me near him?”

“Surprisingly fair payout, heh…” God, Charlie and Cherri might actually kill him if they heard about this.

On the signal he simply stopped pouring and took a swig from the bottle. “You don’t need to talk to this worthless piece of shit.”

He grumbles lowly, grabbing a glass. His movements are so clumsy. He rested it atop the bar and began pouring whatever whiskey was currently around. “So, why come back?”

“He is more than the lies…he and I aren’t a lie.” He spoke, feeling Val’s arm wrapping around his side. “…what’s your pay anyway?”

“Like 9…I think?” He’s hammered…but he can pour!

“If it makes you slap your talent around less, then that’s good.” Husk spoke, still just a little drunk…which was apparent from his slight stumble as he hopped over the bar.

“…you’re in denial Charlie. I would do anything for him, but he doesn’t want me to.” Husk replied somber, simply watching his own reflection in the glass of his scotch bottle. “…how’s the hotel doing?” He asks, feigning a small smile. He had hope for her dreams, but his own? No dice.

Husk reached for that hand across the bar. “…you don’t care that he n’ I…?”

“Hell yes.” Husk spoke, chuckling. Clearly he was enamoured by Angel. Not the first person to be, of course, but profit is profit-

Oh Husk is actually bright red at that idea…a reaction that Val probably could have predicted easily. “Now THAT sounds fun.”

❤️: He will literally do anything for Angel.

“Oh, you again…” Husk mutters, already drunk. It’s not even midday.

“I-If it’ll get you to let go of him…Al’s already got his stupid contract though…” He spoke, muttering that last part.

“Tsk, well if you’re looking~!” Husk, stop it.

“…y-yes.” Hence the current drinking. Even if part of his ‘redemption’ involved a lack of booze.

“Tsk…you say that. Sooooo…” Husk, you’re drunk. You know Angel’s at their tower…don’t say anything— “Is this how you network?” —stupid.

“…hurt?” He shrugs, shaking his head. “You?”

“…why, exactly?”

“Since when…?”

❤️: POST SEASON 3 ONLY, SPOILERS AHEAD.