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
Rolling his eyes with a huff of a laugh, the Butcher shakes his head and glances up at the Maverick with a gleam in his dark gaze that just seems to say seriously? You’re being serious right now? Of course, that jesting doesn’t last as the scratching grows louder and there’s movement, and he’s focused as a predator often is despite not hunting, plucking the ferret from the rocky ground and lifting it to inspect. He rises from the crouch, head tilting as he regards it and its thrashing.
“I don’t recall there being weasels around here?” He murmurs, stepping over toward Danta as it tries to bite his knuckles and Astaroth practically snickers with the amusement of it. And to the blonde’s comment of making it angry, all the butcher does is flash a too sharp grin toward the other Ancient as he cocks his head. “I believe it would make a fine start to a coat, don’t you agree?” Raising a dark brow even as it continues to thrash, his focus is taken on it again as he inspects the creature’s fur.
“I don’t recall there being weasels around here?” He murmurs, stepping over toward Danta as it tries to bite his knuckles and Astaroth practically snickers with the amusement of it. And to the blonde’s comment of making it angry, all the butcher does is flash a too sharp grin toward the other Ancient as he cocks his head. “I believe it would make a fine start to a coat, don’t you agree?” Raising a dark brow even as it continues to thrash, his focus is taken on it again as he inspects the creature’s fur.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
