/// sorry, but you just got in my way
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
i promise honey, i can feel your pain
His smile doesn’t falter, but there is a brief look in his gaze that seems to suggest The what voice?, but he imagines he can continue that conversation later as he slips into the jacket with her help. Turning to face her and inviting her opinion, his smile turns a bit toothier, sharp in the face of her sunniness that he takes with complete ease. “Haha, yes. I prefer to think of it as having more surface area to work with.” He offers the jest easily, humming a quiet little laugh afterwards before he drifts toward the rack of shirts, flicking through them.
“Stormbreak…” He muses, letting the name roll off of his tongue as he contemplates it, nodding decisively – at least, if it meant finding more clothes to fill his closet, perhaps it would be worth it. At the invitation of her name, though, he plucks a shirt from the rack and returns to her, extending his hand for her own. “Astaroth. The pleasure is mine.” He fully intends to take her hand in a little bow of their introductions, falling back on old habits. “Say, do you happen to have plans for the afternoon? I imagine I could learn quite a lot from you if you're available.”
“Stormbreak…” He muses, letting the name roll off of his tongue as he contemplates it, nodding decisively – at least, if it meant finding more clothes to fill his closet, perhaps it would be worth it. At the invitation of her name, though, he plucks a shirt from the rack and returns to her, extending his hand for her own. “Astaroth. The pleasure is mine.” He fully intends to take her hand in a little bow of their introductions, falling back on old habits. “Say, do you happen to have plans for the afternoon? I imagine I could learn quite a lot from you if you're available.”
Astaroth
and maybe i enjoy it just a little bit
does that make me insane? ///
does that make me insane? ///
