/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
Astaroth’s head tilts with the answer, dark brow rising before a soft little sound leaves his lips not unlike a tsk, before he shakes his head. “You need actual rest, darling.” If she was right and monsters began to show up in droves, how would she expect to stand a chance with little to no sleep?
He shifts to stand, drawn back to his full height and reorienting his shirt sleeves again, looking back up to the bar briefly to see just how busy they were. Less busy now than they had been before the commotion, but that was often to be expected. So he offers his hand to her, still brimming with energy but kept enough of it under wraps to return somewhat back to himself. “You will use my room.” And it wouldn’t be unlike last time she’d used his room, only this time no wounds would open that require her help.
He shifts to stand, drawn back to his full height and reorienting his shirt sleeves again, looking back up to the bar briefly to see just how busy they were. Less busy now than they had been before the commotion, but that was often to be expected. So he offers his hand to her, still brimming with energy but kept enough of it under wraps to return somewhat back to himself. “You will use my room.” And it wouldn’t be unlike last time she’d used his room, only this time no wounds would open that require her help.
Astaroth
i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted
