// with our one foot in the grave //
At the very least, the kinky comment does spark a more normal version of Astaroth to appear, however shortly it lasts with the very visible roll of his eyes and heavy sigh – especially before it zeroes in on the Maverick with a hard line to his lips. “What if you did not do that.” Mentally he’s about six million percent sure that he could not handle that crisis on top of his own. Not that he’ll admit anything, of course. He doesn’t know what to admit in the first place.
The flames lower and the butcher releases Danta to allow him his own once over, and the blonde Ancient will find that he is not completely able to stand in his prim and proper posture, shoulders sagged and back hunched a fraction, his breaths a bit shorter than they typically are. All things that Astaroth isn’t thinking about when the smudge of dirt is wiped from his face and his eyes continue to linger on Danta. “I would prefer the inn, please.” It’s a very rare occurrence for the please to drop from the butcher’s lips. But, here it is.
The flames lower and the butcher releases Danta to allow him his own once over, and the blonde Ancient will find that he is not completely able to stand in his prim and proper posture, shoulders sagged and back hunched a fraction, his breaths a bit shorter than they typically are. All things that Astaroth isn’t thinking about when the smudge of dirt is wiped from his face and his eyes continue to linger on Danta. “I would prefer the inn, please.” It’s a very rare occurrence for the please to drop from the butcher’s lips. But, here it is.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
