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If Husk had to describe Hazbin Hotel, first thing that would come to his mind would be definetly noisy.
It's not like anyone actually cares about his opinion, or his thoughts about place where he's been working for 3 months now, but he didn't mind. No, he not only got used to the life of someone not worth anyone's attention, but also actually preferred that everyone just ignored him. If he wanted to count, how many times this type of life saved his ass, he'd have too little fingers. That's why he definetly wasn't going to complain about this situation, but...
Okay, maybe he was about to complain. Just a little bit.
Or maybe even more.
Because Hazbin Hotel just was loud. And Husk hated when something 'just was' loud. And here, not only he had to stand at this stupid-loud-bar with no way to leave, but also this stupid-loud-bar was full of stupid-loud-sinners, and that was more than enough to make his super sensitive ears to lay flat on his head.
Sounds were vibrating through every inch of his body, causing pain everywhere: from his toes to fur on top of his ears; in his stomach, which caused stomachache that made him want to vomit everything, and in his head, causing headache that made his brain stop working and only think about how he wishes that he wasn't already dead so he could die once more, but this time never appear anywhere, especially not in hell, to just die and be over it all. To be over this pain, which felt like a never-ending hell punishment.
It's not like he didn't try to do anything about it, no, for his own surprise he actually went to Charlie to say about this whole situation. He still remembers, she was kind of busy at the time, so he tried to make it as fast as possible. As happy as could be, she answered that she'll try to do something about that, but... Wait, how it went? Oh right, "They can be a little noisy though, this may be the way for them to stay clean, we need to try everything!" ...and that's all. She must've forgotten about whole conversation. Pretty normal, for Husk.
That's one of the reasons, why Husk hated it here 'so fuckin' much'. And... There were a few of them. Or even more than a few. Much more than a few. If he wanted to, he could probably even put them all in a list, if he only wasn't so focused on his headache. Then, when he'd be done, he would have... well, a pretty long list. And maybe he could even sort it by tier, because he could definetly do that. And on top he would put the stupid-loud-bar with stupid-loud-sinners, in this stupid-loud-hotel.
No, wait. That's not it. On top he would put-
"Husker! My good old fellow!"
...Alastor. No, it's not that he would put him there, the Fuckin' Radio Demon would put himself there on his fuckin' own, with pride and this fuckin' grin that never left his fuckin' face.
Husk sighed. There was nothing that annoyed him more, and that's for sure.
"Alastor... What the fuck are you doin' here?" "Oh Husker, I can't even come talk to my friend?"
Best idea would be probably to tell him. Is it going to work, tho...?
"Look, Al... I know that you just loooove annoying me and... And all this shit, but, ya' see... I'm having kind of bad time at the moment..." He tried to sound as nice as possible, but it's not that easy, when your brain can barely work. "My head hurts- No, everything hurts me, I can't think, any move or word is next level of pain, so please just... Give me a few days, okay...?"
Husk knew that 'few days ' isn't going to make him feel better. No, he'd need much more time, which he sadly didn't have, as he was living under the same roof as Radio Demon. But it was worth trying.
"Husker..." Static around Alastor thickened. Husk started looking closer on Radio Demon, on the way he squinted his eyes, he tightened grip on his staff, his fuckin' smile got a bit smaller, this stupid-annoying-smile, why was he looking at it for so long? It's so annoying and stupid, and that's from where these stupid-loud-sounds came from, wasn't it? Right, it was stupid and it never fuckin' dissapeared, but it was charming in some way too, it was cute and pretty, and...
With headache like that it was really hard to think about anything. And it was even harder to not think about how pretty and handsome the Fuckin' Radio Demon actually looked. And he would be lying if he said he didn't like him even a little bit.
Husk's eyes were just going from one place on Alastor's body to other, to catch as much of his beautiful persona as he could, because there was no way he could do that ever again, no, he wouldn't let himself do that, but now... Now...
World around him spun, his guts felt like they were put in a dishwasher, his brain turned off completely for a second. In his ears he heard nothing but his own heart beat, floor and bar escaped from under his paws, he felt like shit, or even worse.
"AL, WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"Hmmm, I thought you would like somewhere more quiet and... private..."
Husk hated teleportation so fuckin' much. Sadly for him it was a part of being 'friends' with the Radio Demon. He loved doing that, and Husk was sure there were many times that Alastor did that only to get on Husk's nerves. But, now it looked like he had some other, probably very messed up, reason. Place where he took them was Alastor's room, quiet and calm, and this time Husk didn't even have anything to complain about. He was barely able to think, so he decided to just go with it and see what got on Alastor's mind this time, because there was no way any discussion would stop him.
"...quiet... and private...?" Husk repeated, after some time. His brain wasn't proceeding, He couldn't not agree, because he felt like even the static around Radio Demon got more quiet... eh, probably just his tired brain doing tricks.
Alastor nodded slightly, his eyes nicely glowing in the room filled only with light from candles. "For- For your head... I thought that, maybe... It might help a bit."
"I think I'm hallucinating... Al, did you actually say that?"
It was Alastor's time to sigh. "Yes, Husker, I actually said that, because I actually mean it."
Next thing Husk remembers was feeling of spinning, once more.
"FUCKING AGAIN BASTAR-"
Now, this... this felt nice. His head laying on Alastor's lap with rest of his body on Bastards bed, so comfy, so nice, opposite of pain he felt this whole time, of spinning, of vomiting, just...
Perfect.
Room filled with silence, only interrupted with Alasotr's static's calm buzz, ticking of a clock and... Wait, is this-
Oh fuck. It was purr... Even better, it was him who was purring. Fuck his cat body, but the feeling of Alastor's hand gently rubbing behind his ears, oh fuck, maybe his body wasn't that bad at the end...
It didn't take him long to fall asleep, with his eyes already closing because of how tired he felt, but it was fine, he was safe, nothing mattered, just the moment.
"You should take better care of yourself, Husker..." Alastor said, when he made sure the other guy was asleep. "We don't want you to feel this way... idiot..."
Well, it was sure that next day none of them is going to talk about it. Better to forget, that's what he learned from Radio Demon. Or maybe he just didn't want to admit, this was the best fuckin' sleep he has ever had. And if it happened once more... Fuck it, he wouldn't complain.