A/N: Prompt by Lagt
How about purring from Charlie pov? Maybe In the hotel Charlie is walking around having a nice chat with Al or husk then the other appear and husk starts purring so loud that Charlie is like "what is that noise?" And husk fluff his tail in embarrassment?

This is the last "Outside POV" chapter, wrapping up the three-parter ;)

This first segment happens right after Bushwa ch10 (His magician).
The second segment happens during Afterlife ch17 (Nobody else but you), right before the serenade war segments.

Charlie held out her arms to accept a box of supplies from Husk, and then waited for him to pick up a larger crate himself before heading for the front door of the hotel. Dazzle ran ahead of them to hold the door open, while Razzle stayed by the car to keep an eye on the rest of their things – as much faith as Charlie had in the inner goodness of sinners, she also knew that theft was common and nothing should be left unguarded for any amount of time.

"Thank you again for your help, Husk", she said happily and smiled at him. "This goes so much faster with an additional pair of arms."

"Yeah yeah", Husk said with a glance in her way. "No problem, kid. Nobody was at the bar anyway and the fuckers can damn well wait a fucking minute to get their morning booze even if they pop there while I'm busy elsewhere."

Charlie laughed at Husk's gruffness, and continued on with an extra bounce in her steps that she always got when someone was being helpful basically of their own free will. It meant her encouraging speeches about Being There For Others were working!

"I know that look", Husk said, tone warning now. "If you burst into a fucking song-"

He abruptly cut himself off, and Charlie gave him a confused look. His eyes were locked into something in the direction of the stairs, which prompted her to look there as well.

Alastor was descending the stairs with one of their guests, listening to whatever the other sinner was saying. His eyes flicked to her and Husk, and he gave them a brilliant smile.

And suddenly a low rumbling sound came from Husk's direction, almost causing Charlie to drop her box in surprise. It did make both of them stop in their tracks in shock.

...Was that-

Charlie inhaled sharply in pure glee as she turned to look at Husk, whose fur was fluffing up and wings were ruffling. "Did you just purr?"

"Shut up!" Husk said, ears turning backwards. He was glaring at her, but it was obvious to her that it was more about embarrassment and less about anger.

"You did!" she said, ecstatic. "You saw Alastor and you started pu-!"

Husk's tail slapped her mouth, startling her again – she fumbled to catch the box she very nearly dropped this time.

"Charlie, listen", Husk said, glaring at her. "Not a fucking word to anyone. Give me all the starry eyed fucking looks you want, but if I hear about this from Angel or Niffty, I swear to fucking god Alastor's bullshit will look like child's play compared to the hell I can make this place become."

Charlie stared at him in shock. Now, she didn't know what "make this place hell" was supposed to mean – probably another sinner thing – and she was almost certain nobody could outdo Alastor in... mischief... but she wasn't one to doubt people when they talked about their aspirations and accomplishments. So perhaps he could, even if the context sounded less than favourable...

She saw Husk's eyes focus on something behind her before his expression softened again, and the smile came back to her face.

Someone who loved another that much wouldn't really do anything truly horrible, she was certain.

But she would keep his purry little secret anyway, if only to set a positive example with her behavior.

"Oh for fuck's sake, quit the fucking grinning already!"

ooooo

Mimzy set her glass of whiskey down and rolled the cigarette holder between her fingers while looking at her friend.

Alastor was talking a mile a minute about Husk, the hotel, Husk, cooking, Husk, the broadcast he wanted to do, and of course Husk.

He had been talking about Husk from the moment they met, and it had only increased over the years. And now that the two were finally actually a couple instead of being stuck in the weird dance that Alastor had acted infuriatingly clueless about for decades, he was that much worse.

For example, Alastor had always been fixated on Husk's fur and had seemed incapable of keeping his hands to himself whenever he brought the cat to her club. But now it was all "it's luxuriously soft and did he mention yet that he had the privilege to brush it, oh and he was going to spin the loose fur into yarn and knit a sweater from it?"

It was half nauseating and half the most precious thing on this side of Hell. The sweater part was gross, but she wasn't going to ruin his questionable fun with criticism. She would, however, promptly get rid of any knitted gifts from him from now on. She loved the perfectly sized, comfortable woolen socks he made her every few years, but she did not want Husk socks.

Alastor took a break from his chatter to have a drink, and Mimzy seized her chance to get an edgewise word in.

"Yes, that was very sweet of him", she said, and pointed at Alastor with her cigarette. "You should consider a few romantic gestures of your own at this point."

Alastor's ears perked in interest and she would have been able to read the questions from his gorgeous eyes even if he hadn't voiced them.

"What do you mean? Was that a romantic gesture? I'm afraid those kinds of things tend to fly right over my head."

Oh, she was well aware of that. It had taken her an infuriatingly long time to make Alastor realize her own feelings for him all those decades ago, only for him to decidedly turn her down time after time. If only he had told her he was into men and it wasn't about her, she might have resented Husk less when she figured out what was going on…

Well, that was in the past. Now she had a chance to make it up to Husk – even if he didn't know there was something to make up for – and to help her beloved friend navigate an actual romance. He was woefully incapable of doing it himself, after all, so he could use all the help he could get.

And she was an expert.

Mimzy smiled, uncrossed her legs so she could cross them again in a different order, and then leaned forward over the table. "I know, sweetie. Good thing you have me, ain't it? Because I have a lot of ideas for how you can properly woo that cat of yours~"

She reached into her cleavage and pulled out a folded piece of paper, gave a sharp snap of her wrist to unfold it, and then set to work on illuminating Alastor on all the ideas she had compiled after receiving the confirmation that the two dumb men finally had their shit together.

Even if she couldn't date this man herself, she could make sure the person he was willing to date would have the best time. Never let it be said that she was a sore loser.