/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable
i'm visceral, reloadable
Scoffing at her words as she makes herself comfortable, Astaroth pauses before the floor length mirror to run a comb through his hair and inspect his attire for any tears from the scuffle. “Everyone needs help once in a while.” He murmurs casually, indifferent to her internal struggles. “I required help not that long ago. Dantalion was there to help.” His gaze lifts to peer at her from the reflection of the mirror, still incredibly casually, as if it were any other conversation.
As for whether he’s going back to work, he hums a touch as he considers it. “Somewhat. I must give an account of what happened to the soldiers where he is being kept.” The butcher shrugs lightly, but there’s still that tension bleeding from him that seems to suggest that isn’t the only thing he intends to do should he leave the room for it.
As for whether he’s going back to work, he hums a touch as he considers it. “Somewhat. I must give an account of what happened to the soldiers where he is being kept.” The butcher shrugs lightly, but there’s still that tension bleeding from him that seems to suggest that isn’t the only thing he intends to do should he leave the room for it.
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
