// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The grumble is met with nothing but silence from the butcher, even as he clings to the gentle touch of their heads butting against each other. And when Danta says that he would have done the same thing, well, Astaroth can’t deny it. Because he was in the jungle at precisely the same time that Danta had been to witness the creature for that sole reason of trying to make sure that he was okay.
The arm snakes around his shoulders and the butcher leans into it despite the bumpiness of the trek, pressing his horned head carefully into Danta’s shoulder. “Alright.” He says without the eloquence of anything else, unable to come up with something more, so instead he focuses on doing exactly that – starting to pass out now that his head doesn’t feel so foggy. It’s a slow blink at first, but Danta would be able to tell the second that Astaroth gives up the fight, sinking into him in a deadweight and in a position that both of his wounds could be checked periodically during the trek.
- FIN <333
The arm snakes around his shoulders and the butcher leans into it despite the bumpiness of the trek, pressing his horned head carefully into Danta’s shoulder. “Alright.” He says without the eloquence of anything else, unable to come up with something more, so instead he focuses on doing exactly that – starting to pass out now that his head doesn’t feel so foggy. It’s a slow blink at first, but Danta would be able to tell the second that Astaroth gives up the fight, sinking into him in a deadweight and in a position that both of his wounds could be checked periodically during the trek.
- FIN <333
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
