now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
It’s a rare occurance for the butcher to dress down, but here he is in all of his fashionable glory, shirt sleeves rolled up, no tie in sight — in fact, the top button is unbuttoned. The rest is fairly status quo, a nice pair of jeans the shirt is tucked into, but given the added movement, well, Astaroth’s paired it with a set of black suspenders that match the shirt garter on his biceps to keep the sleeves up easier.
After Flora makes her comment to the Maverick, he tacks on a; “Wicker is another word for pliable twigs, darling.” He drawls with a knowing grin, though he’s never seen one before either, so who’s to say who’s right?
As both Danta and the Doubletake refer to him, his dark gaze focuses on each one in turn (truly happy to be surrounded by so many blondes — he’s a simple man). “I cannot wait to find out.” Is offered initially to Danta, before his grin widens and a hint of mischief flickers on his face as he regards her. “I have truly nothing to complain about, Flora, dear.”
After Flora makes her comment to the Maverick, he tacks on a; “Wicker is another word for pliable twigs, darling.” He drawls with a knowing grin, though he’s never seen one before either, so who’s to say who’s right?
As both Danta and the Doubletake refer to him, his dark gaze focuses on each one in turn (truly happy to be surrounded by so many blondes — he’s a simple man). “I cannot wait to find out.” Is offered initially to Danta, before his grin widens and a hint of mischief flickers on his face as he regards her. “I have truly nothing to complain about, Flora, dear.”
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
