reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“Oh, I was, but I may have had differing strategies.” And what a shame that would have been, given this comforting closeness that they can’t look at too closely. What a shame indeed.
Amusement fades visibly within the blonde and the butcher’s attention lingers on each shift and change in his face, demeanor, the exhaustion that seems to have settled in. “Surprising.” He says, despite having quite a few varying thoughts dancing around his head of what exactly she anticipated the justice to be. It deflates him a fraction too, but at the very least he has the warm comfort of Danta basically in his lap, a pipe in his hand, and a light buzz from the whiskey he swaps the pipe for if only to keep his other hand against pale, warm skin.
“Why do you think I always have to look the part?” The playful accented banter is offered, before he raises a dark brow and flashes a shark tooth grin. “Also, I am dressed down, thank you very much.” I mean, look at him. His shirt has two buttons unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and a smudge of charcoal on his cheek with no tie in sight.
Amusement fades visibly within the blonde and the butcher’s attention lingers on each shift and change in his face, demeanor, the exhaustion that seems to have settled in. “Surprising.” He says, despite having quite a few varying thoughts dancing around his head of what exactly she anticipated the justice to be. It deflates him a fraction too, but at the very least he has the warm comfort of Danta basically in his lap, a pipe in his hand, and a light buzz from the whiskey he swaps the pipe for if only to keep his other hand against pale, warm skin.
“Why do you think I always have to look the part?” The playful accented banter is offered, before he raises a dark brow and flashes a shark tooth grin. “Also, I am dressed down, thank you very much.” I mean, look at him. His shirt has two buttons unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and a smudge of charcoal on his cheek with no tie in sight.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
