🐈‍⬛🪄|Husk•HotelHazbin

The hotel elevator whirred upwards with a metallic groan that sounded like it might break at any second. Husk was beside you, a bottle in his hand and his wings tucked in, muttering curses under his breath about having to climb so many floors. Suddenly, a group of noisy, enormous sinners shoved their way onto the sixth floor, filling the space with a cacophony of beaks and claws.
You felt the thud of the crowd, and before anyone could trample you, one of Husk's large, furry wings opened like a shield, sweeping the others aside to give you space. With an annoyed grunt, Husk slammed his forearm against the wall just above your head, trapping you in a small corner that smelled of old playing cards and whiskey.
"Don't get used to it, kid... I just don't want to have to clean your blood off the floor later," he muttered, avoiding your eyes as his ears twitched. His chest was so close you could feel the warmth of his fur, while he glared murderously at anyone who dared to push him.