// up above so, up above so quiet //
The cane is easily offered up, and he watches with a quiet delight as the glass shatters into a million pieces. He’s content to let the Maverick keep the cane for however long he needs at present to loosen the tension, even as he sighs a bit dramatically to hear the complaint. “It is. However, the Last Whisper is warm from the bonfire that you built for us. And I can be quite a phenomenal herding canine when need be.” Cocking his head the other way, he shakes his head as the cane is thrust back at him, hands warm as he waits for the Maverick’s hands to lower so he can give it back.
Dark brows raise to hear that it had escalated that far, though, given their conversation the night of. “What did she say?” He asks, because something had to have happened and been said for it to have escalated that high. And patiently, the butcher waits, shifting to rest his hip against the desk where glass bites into the fabric.
Dark brows raise to hear that it had escalated that far, though, given their conversation the night of. “What did she say?” He asks, because something had to have happened and been said for it to have escalated that high. And patiently, the butcher waits, shifting to rest his hip against the desk where glass bites into the fabric.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
