[ 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 + ]

[ 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.

[ groaning. slowly, he peels his face from the counter. ]

Now, I guess.

⠀
⠀/ /⠀its really really good and I especially love it when they give him a little bit of muscle mass with it
⠀

⠀
⠀/ /⠀do we like the chubby butch husk agenda
⠀

⠀
⠀/ /⠀a part of me is very tempted to implement him into a dr au bc he would fit right in
⠀

[ ear twitch, but he doesn't move. ]

Uh huh. I know.

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

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. ]

⠀
⠀/ /⠀do u really think so ... 🥹 and opens up my hands. add them to the pile
⠀

[ 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.