Husk

(Alastor walks over to you and grabs your leg. Lifting you up) Alastor: wake. up. now.

*steps back nervously* She refused to wake up for hours, boss.

(I immediately start screaming, and nuggs rolls off the bed and onto the floor) Alastor: are you done with your tantrum? Me: yes sir Alastor: good now get dressed and eat, we have much to discuss. He sets me down Alastor: husk, watch her. Alastor leaves Me: I wanna go back to sleep... I whined

*pulls out a machete*

*He freezes, eyes widening as he stares at the machete*

*jams it through his skull*

*Husk is sitting in the living room drinking his booze*

*she's asleep curled up in a ball against his thigh*

*Husk looks at her and sighs* She's really cute when she's asleep.

*looks up from the photo, squinting slightly* That hat’s uglier than a imp’s funeral. Who drew this, a toddler with a nightmare? *takes a long sip of booze*

*His smirk widens, leaning closer until his breath ghosts over your ear.* I predict you're going to be a permanent fixture in my bar... and my bed.