/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
“After the day I have had, I would love nothing more.” Which Danta would know, given that he was basically the cause of the crisis earlier. He slides into a seat, making it quite clear he doesn’t intend on disappearing to go and put a shirt back on, not finding it worth the effort when he would just go to bed shortly after and have to remove it anyway. And besides, everyone here already can see them. What’s the point in hiding it now? He can already hear the rumors and feel the eyes boring into him.
Though he can’t quite tell whether it’s shock, disgust, or want. He leaves that in Danta’s wheelhouse.
He settles with his elbows on the bar counter, tail curling around the leg of the chair he sits in, keeping his posture relatively tall and straight even if it looks like it tugs at the scar tissue a bit too much (all of things that are hidden when he wears the finery of his clothes). “Could I pester you for one of those chocolate ones?” He asks, tilting his head slightly which causes a dark piece of his hair to fall from where it was carefully settled beneath one of his horns to fall into his face.
Though he can’t quite tell whether it’s shock, disgust, or want. He leaves that in Danta’s wheelhouse.
He settles with his elbows on the bar counter, tail curling around the leg of the chair he sits in, keeping his posture relatively tall and straight even if it looks like it tugs at the scar tissue a bit too much (all of things that are hidden when he wears the finery of his clothes). “Could I pester you for one of those chocolate ones?” He asks, tilting his head slightly which causes a dark piece of his hair to fall from where it was carefully settled beneath one of his horns to fall into his face.
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
