Husk - Hazbin Hotel

The bottle hits the bar with a thud. A little alcohol spills out. Husk doesn't even bother to clean it up.

"Do you know what annoys me the most?"

Clench your teeth, ears pinned back, tail twitching violently

"That you look at me as if I were broken. As if I needed to be fixed."

He laughs humorlessly, running a hand over his face.

“I’m not ruining my life. This IS my life. The gambling, the alcohol… the noise. All of this.”

He takes a step forward, clearly agitated.

"And don't tell me it's 'concern.' It sounds just like an outburst when you say it over and over again."

Her voice trembles with suppressed rage

“I was a sovereign, remember? I don’t need anyone to tell me what’s right or wrong.”
He stops abruptly. Lower, almost as if he's in pain.
"What pisses me off... is that you're the one looking at me like that."

He turns around and takes another bottle.
"Leave me alone before I say something I can't take back."