// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The grin spreads despite the harder pat to his cheek than usual, not that Astaroth minds too much, mind you. Evident in how he steps forward to comically help Danta get into his pants. And before long, they’re on their way down the stairs and Moira gets her free reign with Danta’s room while Astaroth keeps his attention forward, not wishing to have that on his mind too.
Dark eyes finding the grin shot over Danta’s shoulder and a hum of a laugh leaves him. “Is that so? Perhaps it should blend into your attire more.” He teases, following Danta up to the bar, settling on the stool beside the Maverick, glancing around at the patrons as he always does even if he isn’t feeling up to another altercation as of yet.
He orders something strong and warm that arrives piping hot and steaming, and thankfully being an Ancient allows him the comfort of sipping from it immediately and relishing in the internal heat, before he exhales a soft sigh and tilts his head over to Danta. “Thankfully, it’s like nothing ever happened.”
Dark eyes finding the grin shot over Danta’s shoulder and a hum of a laugh leaves him. “Is that so? Perhaps it should blend into your attire more.” He teases, following Danta up to the bar, settling on the stool beside the Maverick, glancing around at the patrons as he always does even if he isn’t feeling up to another altercation as of yet.
He orders something strong and warm that arrives piping hot and steaming, and thankfully being an Ancient allows him the comfort of sipping from it immediately and relishing in the internal heat, before he exhales a soft sigh and tilts his head over to Danta. “Thankfully, it’s like nothing ever happened.”
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
