// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Ew, they had to listen to my woes?” Astaroth bemoans, amused and far too dramatic — the back of his hand pressing briefly against his forehead to prove the point — before he lets his dark gaze return to the Maverick’s blues with an amused smirk.
It blends into a huff of a laugh, sighing and rolling his eyes. “I can imagine.” Though why he would prefer to knit as opposed to the alternative, Astaroth can’t figure it out. He’s pretty sure he knows the Maverick well enough that it seems wholly out of character.
“Well, what is your plan for this evening, then? Will you be mingling or joining me?” He asks, the alcohol allowing him to preen easier, allowing a slip of honesty to bleed through.
It blends into a huff of a laugh, sighing and rolling his eyes. “I can imagine.” Though why he would prefer to knit as opposed to the alternative, Astaroth can’t figure it out. He’s pretty sure he knows the Maverick well enough that it seems wholly out of character.
“Well, what is your plan for this evening, then? Will you be mingling or joining me?” He asks, the alcohol allowing him to preen easier, allowing a slip of honesty to bleed through.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
