// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Yes.” Astaroth rumbles, muffled from where his head rests against Danta’s stomach. The tension in his shoulders begins to release when Danta’s hand rests upon it, offering a heat he hadn’t realized he’d been craving, to soothe the frayed thoughts running through his head. “Exactly.” He agrees, shaking his head a little and ruining the carefully kept dark hair from his widows peak from coming undone when he withdraws slightly to peer up at the Maverick. “It occurred yesterday.” So there was no going down and straightening it out – it had been solved by everyone around, except for Maea’s internal panic, apparently.
The butcher withdraws enough to reach for the glass to down the next sip, sighing away the burn before he sets it aside again and reaches up to press against his temple from the open space offered where Danta’s other hand is occupied with the glass. “I don’t know what she expected when she followed me.” He admits, tail still flicking his annoyance, but less punctuated now with Danta’s reassurance. “She was upset that I “tortured” him.” Which, he thought was completely and utterly deserved.
The butcher withdraws enough to reach for the glass to down the next sip, sighing away the burn before he sets it aside again and reaches up to press against his temple from the open space offered where Danta’s other hand is occupied with the glass. “I don’t know what she expected when she followed me.” He admits, tail still flicking his annoyance, but less punctuated now with Danta’s reassurance. “She was upset that I “tortured” him.” Which, he thought was completely and utterly deserved.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
