// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Mm, yes. It has to.” When there’s nothing but permafrost everywhere you go, you certainly needed something that would keep the body warm and running at an optimized temperature. Either way, the butcher’s dark gaze lands on Danta as they clink their glass, briefly before he sags in the seat after his own sip, snorting softly. “A bit.” He murmurs gently, huffing out a sigh, seeing how the Maverick mirrors Asta’s posture.
Reaching up to run a hand through his dark hair, his fingers snagging on a tangle, the butcher nods his agreement. “I am admittedly quite inebriated and quite exhausted.” A slow blink is accompanied with the words before he stifles a yawn and sits up a bit to finish his drink, content to leave the glasses there (sure someone would come and clean it up). “Shall we go to bed?” He asks, cocking his head toward Danta, waiting for the inevitable yes before they stand to head back to where it had all started.
Reaching up to run a hand through his dark hair, his fingers snagging on a tangle, the butcher nods his agreement. “I am admittedly quite inebriated and quite exhausted.” A slow blink is accompanied with the words before he stifles a yawn and sits up a bit to finish his drink, content to leave the glasses there (sure someone would come and clean it up). “Shall we go to bed?” He asks, cocking his head toward Danta, waiting for the inevitable yes before they stand to head back to where it had all started.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
