/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
It is absolutely his favorite impression, thank you very much. Especially when he’s trying not to give away the fact that he actually approves of whatever Dantalion has made. The grin grows, though, at the mention that the Maverick couldn’t forget, a small chuckle of a laugh leaving him in agreement, one that ends with a sigh as he crosses his ankles and leans a little forward in the seat, drawing a hint closer to the Maverick.
“It had nothing sweet. The chocolate was bitter and the peppers weren’t of the best quality.” He muses, dark eyes watching as Danta’s fingers spider up the glass, watches the furrow that sprinkles through the blonde’s brows, and he leans forward. “Yes, well, you thought I was dead, too. And yet.” He removes his hand from his glass to do a little jazz hand impression at the crescendo of the jazz guitar’s solo, timed perfectly without even intending it to be so, before he sits back a little straighter. He's not sure why he feels the need to try and alleviate that look from Danta's face, but he feels it almost as carnally as a bloodlust.
“Perhaps she’s a statue out there, dreaming up the perfect cocktail?” Gods knew he dreamt the entire time, a mixture of good and bad that he doesn’t dwell on for long, even if the mention of Sari dreaming likely gives him away.
“It had nothing sweet. The chocolate was bitter and the peppers weren’t of the best quality.” He muses, dark eyes watching as Danta’s fingers spider up the glass, watches the furrow that sprinkles through the blonde’s brows, and he leans forward. “Yes, well, you thought I was dead, too. And yet.” He removes his hand from his glass to do a little jazz hand impression at the crescendo of the jazz guitar’s solo, timed perfectly without even intending it to be so, before he sits back a little straighter. He's not sure why he feels the need to try and alleviate that look from Danta's face, but he feels it almost as carnally as a bloodlust.
“Perhaps she’s a statue out there, dreaming up the perfect cocktail?” Gods knew he dreamt the entire time, a mixture of good and bad that he doesn’t dwell on for long, even if the mention of Sari dreaming likely gives him away.
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
