// up above so, up above so quiet //
“Me? Never.” He teases as they part, and he clicks the door shut behind him, making himself busy and scarce should the Maverick choose to take flight earlier than breaking free of line of sight. Mercifully, though, the coast is clear, and while Danta goes and relieves his tension and stress, Astaroth relieves his own on a particularly rowdy, too drunk patron that’s harassing the workers. Luckily, it doesn’t take much, the man far too drunk to do much else than make the loosest fists Astaroth thinks he’s ever seen, and spit in his face.
As Danta re-enters the Dusklight, the man will be stepping out directly after him, growling curses about how establishments should be free for alls for paying customers, and staggering out into the Last Whisper. But he hadn’t been that big of a threat that Astaroth isn’t convinced that he doesn’t just leave. After all, the man was a foot shorter than the butcher, and even in his drunken state and attempt at bravado, he knows when to leave a fight.
So the Maverick will find Astaroth at the bar with a cloth napkin, swiping at his cheek and jaw, cane propped up against the counter as his tail waves idly in a surprising amount of content, not noticing the Theocrats approach regardless of how the bartender already pours something warm and delicious and slides it to the empty space beside the butcher.
As Danta re-enters the Dusklight, the man will be stepping out directly after him, growling curses about how establishments should be free for alls for paying customers, and staggering out into the Last Whisper. But he hadn’t been that big of a threat that Astaroth isn’t convinced that he doesn’t just leave. After all, the man was a foot shorter than the butcher, and even in his drunken state and attempt at bravado, he knows when to leave a fight.
So the Maverick will find Astaroth at the bar with a cloth napkin, swiping at his cheek and jaw, cane propped up against the counter as his tail waves idly in a surprising amount of content, not noticing the Theocrats approach regardless of how the bartender already pours something warm and delicious and slides it to the empty space beside the butcher.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
