// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Mm, what a fight that would be.” Astaroth rumbles with a huff of a laugh, because certainly he’s unsure whether or not fighting Danta now would actually be much of a fight. Not like before. Perhaps he’d care too much now to actually try to maim him like he would have.
Either way, no scrapping, which is great given that he’s admittedly exhausted from stressing out about the whole ordeal. “Thankfully, I have satisfied my bloodlust for a bit longer.” He realizes it isn’t the same for Danta with his perpetually always hungry mindset, but for the butcher it helps lend help to his usual tension.
Their foreheads press and Astaroth’s eyes close briefly, embracing the warmth, before withdrawing slightly with a small sigh despite the way the corners of his lips lift in a small smile. “I suppose. You can tell me all about the hobbies you’ve begun.” He suggests, raising a brow playfully.
Either way, no scrapping, which is great given that he’s admittedly exhausted from stressing out about the whole ordeal. “Thankfully, I have satisfied my bloodlust for a bit longer.” He realizes it isn’t the same for Danta with his perpetually always hungry mindset, but for the butcher it helps lend help to his usual tension.
Their foreheads press and Astaroth’s eyes close briefly, embracing the warmth, before withdrawing slightly with a small sigh despite the way the corners of his lips lift in a small smile. “I suppose. You can tell me all about the hobbies you’ve begun.” He suggests, raising a brow playfully.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
