// with our one foot in the grave //
One piece of the salami goes down and he reaches for another from the tray between them when his dark gaze focuses on Danta’s hands as they reach out, a primal, older version of himself snapping his sharp teeth at the hands as if they might be taking away the meal he’d quite literally just told the butcher to eat, when he relaxes and mutters a “sorry,” old habits and all that, as he lets Danta readjust the blankets around his shoulders, allowing the strange reflection of how he typically fusses over the other man only to be fussed over himself.
It's his turn for some of the bread and cheese as he listens, tail curling lazily around his leg as he eats what he can and nods his understanding and agreement to having not preferred to be knocked out for days. Not when he’s sure the combination of the wine, food, and drugs would put him out for long enough anyway. “Yes.” He says softly, before his dark gaze lifts to Danta’s face, scanning it for the tension he knows is brimming underneath here (even though the alcohol in his system makes it seem as though he’s staring). “I think I will feel a lot better when I wake up.” He admits before he takes a decently large sip of the water.
He eats until he’s full enough to slide the tray a bit closer to Danta, tightening the blankets around his shoulders before he looks toward the bed. Stiffly, he stands and takes one step toward it. Stubbornly, he reaches out for Danta’s wrist to lug him along with.
It's his turn for some of the bread and cheese as he listens, tail curling lazily around his leg as he eats what he can and nods his understanding and agreement to having not preferred to be knocked out for days. Not when he’s sure the combination of the wine, food, and drugs would put him out for long enough anyway. “Yes.” He says softly, before his dark gaze lifts to Danta’s face, scanning it for the tension he knows is brimming underneath here (even though the alcohol in his system makes it seem as though he’s staring). “I think I will feel a lot better when I wake up.” He admits before he takes a decently large sip of the water.
He eats until he’s full enough to slide the tray a bit closer to Danta, tightening the blankets around his shoulders before he looks toward the bed. Stiffly, he stands and takes one step toward it. Stubbornly, he reaches out for Danta’s wrist to lug him along with.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
