// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Oh, but of course.” Astaroth rumbles with a playful roll of his eyes, nursing his mug until it’s empty, sliding it forward and murmuring to the bartender to replace it with a shot of quite literally whatever in terms of liquor. A shot glass is sent back as he inspects it briefly and its dark color, getting a whiff of rum.
Immediately turning his gaze back to the blonde he scoffs, seeing the fanged grin that’s reflected in his own smile that he shoots back. “Not with work, Dantalion, darling.” He drawls, knowing fully well what he’s intentionally done now, letting his gaze rove over the Maverick momentarily — taking in the way the firelight from the lamps reflect in the diamond hues of his horns, the blonde waves of his hair, the sheer golden shirt that had been a gift from the butcher.
Reaching for the shot glass, Astaroth knocks it back with a little hiss at the taste of too many tropical fruits.
Immediately turning his gaze back to the blonde he scoffs, seeing the fanged grin that’s reflected in his own smile that he shoots back. “Not with work, Dantalion, darling.” He drawls, knowing fully well what he’s intentionally done now, letting his gaze rove over the Maverick momentarily — taking in the way the firelight from the lamps reflect in the diamond hues of his horns, the blonde waves of his hair, the sheer golden shirt that had been a gift from the butcher.
Reaching for the shot glass, Astaroth knocks it back with a little hiss at the taste of too many tropical fruits.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
