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safety off, fire away - Astaroth - 09-04-2024
“[say]I did not pick a dull history lesson this time, thank you very much.[/say]” Comes the butchers playfully annoyed retort, drifting down toward the water as the sun continues to crest toward the hottest and highest point of the day. It’s streaked with purple, still, but Astaroth pays it little mind — horns glittering its oil spill hues, the book tucked under his arm, parasol folded up neatly and resting against his shoulder that sports the very same tropical, red, and floral billowy shirt. The shorts are different, given how the last ones had been ruined, but they’re black now to soak in the heat of the sun.
Letting Danta choose the location, he peers at the other Ancient with an amused smile on his face, dark gaze hidden behind dark sunglasses. “[say]I was not sure what you would prefer so I retrieved a murder mystery.[/say]” He tacks on, pausing to drop the bag from his other shoulder that sports the towels and blankets for the sand to not get everywhere, before he sets the book down to start opening the umbrella, giving it a good spin for the heck of it.
RE: safety off, fire away - Dantalion - 09-04-2024
[say]"You said that about the last dull history lesson you chose,"[/say] Danta points out, glancing over his shoulder at Asta and tilting down his own sunglasses to raise his eyebrows at him, clearly not trusting him one bit when it comes to his choice of reading material. Luckily for the butcher, his fellow Ancient is thoroughly distracted by the hot sand beneath his feet (he's holding his sandals in one hand so he can properly feel the heat of it) - and, now that he's looking, by the man holding the boring book.
And the parasol. And the bag.
Danta, naturally, is holding nothing but his shoes as he prowls along the coastline to find a spot that might be in perfect sunlight for the vast majority of the day; dressed only in a pair of shorts decorated with tiny sharks, he's very much at risk of being burned if he doesn't make a decision soon. Luckily he finds a place he deems perfect, tossing down his sandals and going to rummage around for the towels and blankets to set out beneath the parasol Asta is dealing with.
[say]"A murder mystery, you say? I hope it's heavy on the murder."[/say] He can take or leave the mystery, given that he's liable to nap through quite a bit of the book the other man reads to him.
RE: safety off, fire away - Astaroth - 09-04-2024
“[say]I know, I know.[/say]” The butcher laments, flashing his shark toothed grin (that he thinks matches Danta’s shorts and their shark adornments quite well, even if he doesn’t verbalize it.) “[say]However, I assumed that if I had stated what it truly was, you wouldn’t have given it a chance. And it wasn’t even that bad was it, darling?[/say]” He drawls as he sets the bag down and opens the parasol, spinning it once Danta’s found a place where they can’t get sunburned.
As the blankets and towel are spread out, and the butcher finds an abandoned board he can dig into the ground to lean against for Danta’s inevitable naptime, the butcher’s grin brightens as he plops the parasol and board down and slides onto the towels quite comfortably. “[say]Supposedly it is. I am sure we will be the judge of that.[/say]” He hums, finally content with the shade above him and the radiating heat from the sand below them as he tugs Danta’s wrist to drag him down with him.
RE: safety off, fire away - Dantalion - 09-05-2024
[say]"You read me four chapters about farming,"[/say] Danta fires back, the words leaving his lips quickly enough to suggest that he's had the retort locked and loaded on his tongue, having expected Asta's objection. He's just finished setting out their towels and blankets and weighing them down with a few flat pebbles when he spots the butcher and his board, and he raises his eyebrows, impressed, until he realises he means to lean against it rather than surf.
Slightly disappointed - but not too much, honestly, given that he'd have only gotten bored minutes after watching the other man set off into the waves - Danta straightens up, pleased with their new hideout for the day. [say]"Did you bring a pencil? We could add our commentar--!"[/say] Cut off as he's tugged down onto the warmth of the towels and the sand beneath, the Maverick doesn't even bother grumbling to Asta. He's already stretching out comfortably into the heat of the day (even if they are in the shade), rolling to plop his head in the butcher's lap.
RE: safety off, fire away - Astaroth - 09-05-2024
Grinning and letting the deep laughter bubble out of his chest, the butcher rolls his eyes a touch playfully as he starts helping to set up their little hideaway. “[say]Farming by utilization of aqueducts.[/say]” He replies instantly, in their little tango of comebacks. It doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest though, this book should be more interesting — though he fully anticipates Danta to pass out during the first chapter.
Regardless, Astaroth settles amongst the blankets and the warm sand radiating beneath, having placed the parasol in the perfect place where they won’t get burned by the sun, and tugs Danta down with him with a too bright grin, pale and nearly reflective in the bright bouncing light around them. He waits until the Maverick is settled with his head in his lap before he responds, carefully fussing over the blonde locks and tucking them behind diamond horns. “[say]I am sure there is a pencil in the bag somewhere.[/say]” He drawls softly, before he settles to open the book with one hand, his other remaining glued to the blonde. “[say]Are you comfortable?[/say]” He hums, peering down at Danta from behind his sunglasses.
RE: safety off, fire away - Dantalion - 09-05-2024
Muttering something sassy under his breath (it's Danta saying aQuEDuCTs in a poor facsimile of Asta's accent, if you must know), the Maverick focuses more on getting himself comfortable. Only the tips of his toes are poking out into the direct sunlight, and he's more than content to let it stay that way until he feels them start to burn; in the meantime, he tilts his head into the skilled hands that delve into his hair. Already he can feel his eyes threatening to close, Danta letting out a long sigh and blinking up at Asta and his book.
[say]"There is no way I'm going all the way to that bag now,"[/say] he fires back, reaching up to lower his own sunglasses with a smirk. [say]"And I am blissfully comfortable, thank you."[/say] A distant roar down the beach has him perking up very briefly, the Maverick leaning up enough to spot some kind of shenanigans happening with an enormous purple panther, but given that this isn't his region and he's on holiday, he settles back easily enough.
[say]"Torchline has some weird customs,"[/say] he remarks, sliding his glasses back up his nose.
RE: safety off, fire away - Astaroth - 09-05-2024
Letting the satisfaction grow in a smirk on his face, Astaroth nods. He also doesn’t want to have to deal with the bag at the present moment when he’s quite content to have Danta in his lap, a book in one hand, and tail wound around the other man wherever he can reach. “[say]Good.[/say]” The butcher hums, settling to sit back against the board and flip the book to the first page, adjusting his sunglasses ever so slightly until the roar captures both of the Ancient’s attention.
Asta looks for a bit longer, more entertained than anything else — forgetting about the book momentarily as he sees lightning strikes erupt down the beach. Customs? He doubts that’s what this is, but rather than correct the other man, the butcher merely smirks as he focuses on the show. “[say]That is a lot of lightning.[/say]” He hums, lips quirked into that same satisfied smirk as he watches the show rather than starting to read.
RE: safety off, fire away - Dantalion - 09-05-2024
[say]"Maybe it's some weird festival we've never heard of?"[/say] Danta suggests, wiggling his toes and having no intention of continuing to watch the show, but he won't begrudge the other man his nosiness. (He lowkey loves it about him, to be honest). As for where the butcher's tail is wound, the Maverick finds it looped around his waist such that his hand grazes across the spaded tip at he gets more comfortable.
Pinching it between his thumb and forefinger as if to try and capture it before it flicks this way or that, he tries to enjoy the roar of the ocean over the roar of the weird purple sea panther thing. [say]"You know,"[/say] he says conversationally, [say]"when I came down off The Climb, Torchline was the first place I hit - it was the first time I'd seen the sea, or felt sand under my feet."[/say]
RE: safety off, fire away - Astaroth - 09-05-2024
“[say]Mm, I will hazard an estimation and say no.[/say]” Not unless Torchline was just as bloodthirsty as the Ancients were, in which case… Maybe they should have just moved here fully. Either way, Astaroth is exceptionally nosy, and he watches without any tact through his sunglasses at the show displayed down there, content to let them deal with whatever bullshit it was.
Looked kind of purple, though, which would cause his nose to wrinkle if not for the way Danta pinches the spade of his tail. In the other man’s touch, the rest of his tail wiggles despite the end being trapped, the dull shadow cast over Danta’s waist petulantly pressing against him to release it as Astaroth’s attention drifts down toward the Maverick. “[say]Do not make me put them away.[/say]” Them being his horns and tail.
But there’s a somber note that has his gaze lingering, his hand curving in against the ends of his blonde hair, folding it and twisting it around his fingertips. “[say]Truly?[/say]” It always awes him with the way it feels like Danta has experienced the entirety of the world, even though they both know that the Maverick’s only just started.
RE: safety off, fire away - Dantalion - 09-05-2024
[say]"You would,"[/say] Danta drawls. [say]"If it turns out that it was a festival, and we missed it because of your negativity, I'll..."[/say] Frowning, he considers the end of that sentence. [say]"Well, I won't do anything about it. But I'll have been right,"[/say] he decides, and that is more than enough to keep him sweet for the time being. As for the game he's playing with the other man's tail, Danta releases the spaded tip only to try and catch it between both of his hands as it goes flicking away, letting out a dark laugh to feel the butcher's shadow press against him.
[say]"Don't begrudge me my fun - I'm on vacation,"[/say] he protests, tilting his head up and smirking at Asta, blue eyes mischievous over his sunglasses. Leaning automatically into the hand in his hair, the butcher does manage to still his hands for a few moments with the fuss, and he hums his lazy confirmation. [say]"Mm. I remember thinking it was just so big. Then I got to Haulani, of course, and things were easier."[/say] People and noise - it has always been a simple matter to blend in and to distract himself in a crowd.
RE: safety off, fire away - Astaroth - 09-05-2024
“[say]If it is, I will tell you you’re right.[/say]” Astaroth concedes, smirking slightly wider because he’s almost positive he’ll win in this little bet. And he watches as his threat is granted, tail waving like a cat toy might through the air, zipping this way and that, until Danta’s hands clasp it in the air. Something that distracts him with the smack received in the attempt to catch it.
The spaded tip wiggles in his hold as Asta exhales a heavy sigh and lets his shadow return to being normal. “[say]Fine.[/say]” Comes the drawl, content to let Danta continue his little game of Catch Asta’s Tail.
Even as he fusses over Danta’s hair and waits for him to calm down, continuing to toy with the ends as he sneaks a glance back toward the battle occurring further down the beach. “[say]Because there were more people there?[/say]” He assumes curiously, his tone taking on a soft hum before his thumb brushes against the sharp jut of the underside of Danta’s jaw.
RE: safety off, fire away - Dantalion - 09-05-2024
[say]"And that's all I'll ever ask,"[/say] Danta croons - everyone likes being told they are right after all. But even if he doesn't get to be told that he's correct about the probably-not-festival happening across the beach, at least Asta is kind enough to allow his shenanigans to continue in general. As such, it's with a smug smile that shows the tip of one fang that he snags the other man's tail, much like a cat playing with prey, yes. Add that into the way he leans into the butcher's fuss and it could be argued that he's more animal than man at present.
[say]"Mm - it reminded me a bit of being at The Climb with how crowded the streets were. The sky felt much more open, though."[/say] Not as wide and yawning and endless as the sea, of course, but still enough to overwhelm if he found himself staring at it for too long. [say]"Then I went to the Greatwood. Back when you could still go to the Greatwood, I mean."[/say] Finally releasing Asta's tail, instead Danta tilts his head up and into his hand further.
RE: safety off, fire away - Astaroth - 09-05-2024
“[say]I know it is.[/say]” Astaroth hums playfully, until he’s distracted from the fight by the one currently happening with his tail. And he watches with attempts to try and evade Danta’s hands, only managing a few times before the Maverick is giving up and focusing on his attentions. And he grants them, thumb stroking along the other Ancient’s jawbone, fingertips threading through salt curled blonde locks. Those affections don’t stop while Danta speaks.
His smile twists into nostalgia as he nods and slips his sunglasses up so that he can get a better look at the man whose head is currently in his lap. “[say]I often did my best to avoid those streets. That, or they would give me a wide berth.[/say]” It was his preference, after all. Danta had changed that, and only a select few people got the ability and okay from him to touch without his own instigation.
Distracted by the sudden vanishing and reappearance of the creature down the way, Asta looks up sharply as someone’s hoisted in the air and falls and honestly it looks like an ant getting dropped from this distance — enough that he can’t make anything out, but also enough to make him snort at the sight of it. “[say]I have never been to the Greatwood.[/say]” He admits a touch distractedly, tail slowing in its twitching above Danta’s hands, the butchers fingertips mirroring the same motion as he focuses.
RE: safety off, fire away - Dantalion - 09-07-2024
[say]"I can't imagine why - you're so approachable,"[/say] Danta drawls of people keeping their distance from the butcher when they see him, a catlike smile curling across his face as he adjusts his sunglasses and closes his eyes to enjoy the other man's attentions. [say]"They aren't so bad, so long as you know don't dawdle. I love a crowded street."[/say] Unsurprising given the chaos that sparks through the Maverick's blood, not to mention the inherent possibility of blending into a crowd.
Danta's eyes only open as Asta's fuss begins to slow, and he's about to swat the other man when he realises he's distracted by the events going on down the beach. Lowering his glasses and shifting just enough to peep over at what's going on, thoughts of the Greatwood will have to wait as he spots two figures appear, along with an accompanying blast of celestial light. [say]"I'm beginning to think that's an actual fight,"[/say] he remarks, wiggling his toes in the sand and doing absolutely nothing to suggest he's worried or about to join in.