// with our one foot in the grave //
Hems only partially exasperated by Danta’s comments (and for the record, no, he hadn’t, having little desire or need to do such menial things as granting himself pleasure when he happened to get the most out of it in his bloodlust frenzies). But that’s neither here nor there, because he’s rushing to get past the very obviously folded diamond shape to move onto folding its feet, sighing immediately at the comment.
He knows well enough that Danta wishes to explode and he’d be lying if he wasn’t stubbornly trying to hide the twitch of his lips in a sly smile. “Keep going.” Astaroth all but demands, the butcher only moving on once Danta’s caught up with the feet, and he can’t keep the amusement to himself anymore as he chuckles a deep sound that nearly hurts against the bruising to his chest. “Shut up.” He says affectionately, dramatically sighing despite the smile not leaving his face.
“Fold the top down, flip it over, fold in half.” He starts running through the steps, folding the head of the crow down, then sets it in his lap to show Danta his final product. “Crow. Certainly not a vagina.” He drawls with an air of seriousness that he can’t keep despite how hard he’s trying to, shoulders twitching with the laugh he keeps tucked in his throat.
He knows well enough that Danta wishes to explode and he’d be lying if he wasn’t stubbornly trying to hide the twitch of his lips in a sly smile. “Keep going.” Astaroth all but demands, the butcher only moving on once Danta’s caught up with the feet, and he can’t keep the amusement to himself anymore as he chuckles a deep sound that nearly hurts against the bruising to his chest. “Shut up.” He says affectionately, dramatically sighing despite the smile not leaving his face.
“Fold the top down, flip it over, fold in half.” He starts running through the steps, folding the head of the crow down, then sets it in his lap to show Danta his final product. “Crow. Certainly not a vagina.” He drawls with an air of seriousness that he can’t keep despite how hard he’s trying to, shoulders twitching with the laugh he keeps tucked in his throat.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
