"Well... he can. His shadow's sentient cause of voodoo."

"Fuckin' Alastor... Makin' me wear pants..." The cat is wearing dark grey pants and black suspenders.

Normally Husk isn't really one for being held, but here he has no choice, and he definitely needs medical attention. The cat lifts his paws, implying he needs to be carried as he's too concussed to stand up.

The old cat looks at the woman, feeling rather uncomfortable with the staring. "Uh... Can ah' help ya?"

He's pouring everclear into his coffee.

"There is a god, and I'm givin' 'im the middle finger with this." Husk continues to eat his "burger." "What? It's good with beer."

"And my Hell continues ..." says the feline after slowly blinking. He's not at all surprised. Oh well, Alastor's absence was great while it lasted.

He's writing "hug me" on him.

"Your jokes got no fuckin' point," Husk mumbles under his breath as he cleans a beer glass.

The feline lets out a growling meow and hiss at the deer yanking on his ears. "Let go of me," he snarls.

"Ain't in the mood..."

"Trust me, my frown'll turn upside down once ya leave." He attempts to ignore Alastor with a book he was reading previously while taking a sip out of his forest green bottle of cheap liquor.

Looks left. . . . Looks right. . . . Pulls out a ball of yarn and starts playing with it, purring like mad.

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"I got several," the bar cat mutters under his breath.