// up above so, up above so quiet //
He’s been gone an almost concerning amount of time. So much so that Astaroth trudges toward the backrooms to see if he’d vanished into thin air or if something else had happened when he’d spotted Maea vanish from his typical perch in the main area of the Dusklight. So, security to investigator the butcher becomes, trudging through with the click of the cane to announce his presence.
He doesn’t knock at the door. No, instead he opens it and waltzes right in, to see the Maverick in an almost… Well, he’d say domestic sense, if it weren’t so chaotic with papers placed in varying stacks and areas that he wonders if he’s even organizing them or simply just trying to find something to do with his hands.
Clicking the door closed behind him, he leans back against it and places the cane between his feet, both hands propped on it as he scans across the room to Danta. “I can return with punching bags if you need to let out some aggression?” He suggests into the air, and while it may come off as a joke, the look in the butcher’s face suggests that he’s completely serious.
Set before the KQ!
He doesn’t knock at the door. No, instead he opens it and waltzes right in, to see the Maverick in an almost… Well, he’d say domestic sense, if it weren’t so chaotic with papers placed in varying stacks and areas that he wonders if he’s even organizing them or simply just trying to find something to do with his hands.
Clicking the door closed behind him, he leans back against it and places the cane between his feet, both hands propped on it as he scans across the room to Danta. “I can return with punching bags if you need to let out some aggression?” He suggests into the air, and while it may come off as a joke, the look in the butcher’s face suggests that he’s completely serious.
Set before the KQ!
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
