// up above so, up above so quiet //
He may be concerned if he soberly allows himself to let the sentimentality encroach. But now is not the time, and he remains by the door briefly until Danta stills and begins to speak, watching him with dark eyes as he nods, letting his gaze drop to the file that sprawls out into a flurry of papers – not unlike the snowstorm he’s sure the Grounds is currently battling with.
Pushing off of the door, he steps further in, toward the desk in question, not even wrinkling his nose at the mess Danta makes. He cares little for it. “I have heard.” He agrees, before he stands straight in front of Danta in case he needs some hard chest to pound against for his frustration. “A saint by our standards, of course.” He pauses, tilting his head, horns casting a shadow from the firelight of the sconces on the wall. “Are you interested in changing that?” He asks, remaining a pillar, dark eyes watching the nearly frantic and clearly upset Maverick.
Pushing off of the door, he steps further in, toward the desk in question, not even wrinkling his nose at the mess Danta makes. He cares little for it. “I have heard.” He agrees, before he stands straight in front of Danta in case he needs some hard chest to pound against for his frustration. “A saint by our standards, of course.” He pauses, tilting his head, horns casting a shadow from the firelight of the sconces on the wall. “Are you interested in changing that?” He asks, remaining a pillar, dark eyes watching the nearly frantic and clearly upset Maverick.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
