[Training] got lost in the game

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

“It was, indeed.” Astaroth responds, flashing an even sharper grin back toward Isar as he regains his own breath. Dust finally shed from his shoulders and his hair finally put back into place, the Butcher sets back to cleaning his tools while the other man feasts, content to share given he’d gathered far too much for himself. And the idle chatter was welcome.

Gratitude between bites is met with a low chuckle, a nod from the Butcher as he starts packing his blades. “Oh certainly. Not quite of the human variety – I tend to be cautious with that these days.” It goes back to the whole not drawing suspicion. “However, there are plenty of deer herds and packs of wolves, amongst other things.” All that in terms of just food, before his dark gaze scans Isar with a curiosity unlike any other.

Humming a bit under his breath, he takes in the other man’s figure, cocking his head slightly. “What is your opinion on becoming a guard of some variety?” He asks, dark eyes glittering in pure curiosity over his answer, mind calculating his thoughts and churning the wheels.

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine