Angel Dust

Honestly, if Husk wouldn't flinch at the amount of neon (he got enough of that in his lifetime with the Vegas strip) he wouldn't mind him having a touch in the design. Hell, he might actually do that in the future at some point anyway. He's wrapped up in the leather and fur lined coat he's been in most of the time but is quickly stripping that down to just his normal suspenders and immediately wrapping his tail around the spider and leaning against his side.

"Oh shush, I would have told you if I had one," he lightly shoves him with one shoulder, though clearly not bothered at all given how little force is behind it. "I got something for you with that whole... holiday shit 'round the corner. Thought you might want it a little early."