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RE: love you 'til I rust - Dantalion - 11-11-2025
[say]"I'm pretty sure they charred them just for us, y'know,"[/say] Danta says with a smirk, picking at a bit of sweet potato this time; the vegetables definitely seem on the more well done side of things, put it that way. [say]"Either way, my compliments to the chef - he can sleep easy tonight knowing neither of us will try to eat him instead."[/say] Setting down his fork and considering himself done apart from the inevitable dessert, he tilts his head towards Asta in time to catch the butcher's eye.
[say]"I knew you were going to say that,"[/say] he purrs, trying and failing to stop the smile creeping across his face at the sight of the other man, all vibrating shadow and deep, endlessly dark eyes. [say]"Go on, then,"[/say] he concedes. [say]"Order your favourite and I'll help you finish it."[/say] Or catapault bites of it at patrons. He hasn't decided yet.
RE: love you 'til I rust - Astaroth - 11-12-2025
“[say]That could be.[/say]” Asta hums as he pokes another piece of roasted vegetable to shred with his sharp teeth – glancing over at the Maverick as he mentions that the cook will stay on their good side, chuckling slightly at the idea. “[say]He would taste divine though, I am sure.[/say]” Given how much he focused on his work and ensured each meal was of perfect quality.
Ah, but with the mention of dessert, the butcher’s shadows shift and shiver lightly, his gaze all but devouring the Maverick as he offers his proposition. “[say]Lovely.[/say]” He purrs, taking a sip of his cocktail and then aims to catch the waiter’s eye. Once he does and he makes their dessert order, the butcher settles back in with his arm around the Maverick, content to spend the rest of the evening curling into him and eating his fill of whatever chocolate monstrosity he’s picked.
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