// with our one foot in the grave //
“Oh, if that’s on the table, I absolutely would appreciate the additions.” He is going to take you up on that offer, Danta, regardless if he has room or not for it. It still sparks a hum of a laugh regardless, joining the bark of laughter that the Maverick offers as he shifts a little to lean in against him again, letting the liquor and the tea warm him up further until he can feel just how much the cold had weighed on him. “I do appreciate your taste in that.” The admission is easy, because so far he’s never been disappointed by Danta’s choices in liquor. Not like Sari’s attempts.
Anyway.
Content to leach warmth from both the fireplace and the Ancient at his side, Astaroth finally feels warm and tingly enough to continue to cradle the cup between his hands, humming a quiet note of agreement before he downs the next cup like it’s a race to get his insides boiling hot. “I am very tired,” comes his own muttering, tilting his head a little to peer up at Danta with his dark gaze. “May I share your bed tonight?" Until he gets enough rest and matches the times where he can go and devour that piss-poor ring leader.
Anyway.
Content to leach warmth from both the fireplace and the Ancient at his side, Astaroth finally feels warm and tingly enough to continue to cradle the cup between his hands, humming a quiet note of agreement before he downs the next cup like it’s a race to get his insides boiling hot. “I am very tired,” comes his own muttering, tilting his head a little to peer up at Danta with his dark gaze. “May I share your bed tonight?" Until he gets enough rest and matches the times where he can go and devour that piss-poor ring leader.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
