/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
It’s a sharp smile that he’s met with, and it’s an equally sharp one offered back from the taller Ancient. He absolutely knows what Astaroth means, but for the sake of it he keeps from elaborating. They both know, and that’s enough for him. So as he points at the Dusklight with that cane, and Dantalion purrs and holds the door open, he certainly won’t admit it but he is a bit charmed about it.
So he sets the cane back down, clicking against he stone as he moves toward it, too well dressed for the establishment but caring little about it as he drifts through the open doors, nostrils flaring for a moment at the intense heat that hits him, welcoming him into its embrace. He doesn’t let it show, of course, but he drifts in like a shadow, listening to the jazz that plays before he pauses at the offer, looking over his shoulder and down at the other man. “Mm, whiskey. As it has always been.” He steps immediately toward the bar, slipping out of the tight fitting jacket and folding it over the edge of the chair he intends to sit in, cane set on the edge of the bar top as he slips into it, glancing around with a blank face, careful to not let Dantalion see any of the approval that settles deep in his gut and the frustration it brings alongside it.
So he sets the cane back down, clicking against he stone as he moves toward it, too well dressed for the establishment but caring little about it as he drifts through the open doors, nostrils flaring for a moment at the intense heat that hits him, welcoming him into its embrace. He doesn’t let it show, of course, but he drifts in like a shadow, listening to the jazz that plays before he pauses at the offer, looking over his shoulder and down at the other man. “Mm, whiskey. As it has always been.” He steps immediately toward the bar, slipping out of the tight fitting jacket and folding it over the edge of the chair he intends to sit in, cane set on the edge of the bar top as he slips into it, glancing around with a blank face, careful to not let Dantalion see any of the approval that settles deep in his gut and the frustration it brings alongside it.
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
