// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“I do enjoy carrots, too.” He responds to Danta’s quip, and he would be rolling his eyes in agreement if he were more relaxed. Alas, he isn’t, and so he simply sits there to watch as Moira continues to finish off the handful of peanuts, before she glances up at him and Asta’s jaw tightens for a moment as if expecting her to judge him as food as well and come barreling toward him. She doesn’t, and he loosens a long slow breath to watch as she ruffles her feathers and struts along the desk in a walk not unlike the gore crows in their waddling fashion, but still enough that now while not horribly mutilated, he can realize is a goofy way to fucking walk.
It sparks another small ghost of a smile on his face before Danta’s cradling her like a child and Astaroth – now that Moira is contained again – reaches for the bottle to pour another glass of the Halovian liquor, taking about half of it before sliding it toward Danta. The Maverick looks like he could use it too, right about now. But it boldens the butcher enough to stand, to lean over the desk a little to inspect her further, seeing those differences. “What does it feel like?” He asks softly, curiously. “To have a companion?” Just in case the blonde needed the clarification.
It sparks another small ghost of a smile on his face before Danta’s cradling her like a child and Astaroth – now that Moira is contained again – reaches for the bottle to pour another glass of the Halovian liquor, taking about half of it before sliding it toward Danta. The Maverick looks like he could use it too, right about now. But it boldens the butcher enough to stand, to lean over the desk a little to inspect her further, seeing those differences. “What does it feel like?” He asks softly, curiously. “To have a companion?” Just in case the blonde needed the clarification.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
