// with our one foot in the grave //
He’s still polite enough to ask to stay rather than presuming that he can. And as such, Astaroth snorts lightly to hear that they had been under the same assumptions as each other when it came to whether or not the butcher would be leaving. For now, he certainly intends to remain, especially with the blankets wound around him and the promise of more heat to come from the body drifting around the room, idle chatter until the purred request is aired.
“You did work hard.” The agreement comes easily because the Maverick slinks into the space available, and as he reaches for him Astaroth is quick to follow, a surprising shift of their previous normality where Astaroth shifts to slip his head back into that crook of Danta’s neck, the bridge of his nose pressing against his pulse while he tangles them up good and proper, legs, tails, arms, all of it. “You even remembered to retrieve my tea set.” He whispers into Danta’s neck, soaking in the radiating heat, the quiet tone lending to more of his gratitude.
“You did work hard.” The agreement comes easily because the Maverick slinks into the space available, and as he reaches for him Astaroth is quick to follow, a surprising shift of their previous normality where Astaroth shifts to slip his head back into that crook of Danta’s neck, the bridge of his nose pressing against his pulse while he tangles them up good and proper, legs, tails, arms, all of it. “You even remembered to retrieve my tea set.” He whispers into Danta’s neck, soaking in the radiating heat, the quiet tone lending to more of his gratitude.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
