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
The grin remains, even as Danta questions what constitutes a small package, already partially forming a response as their noses brush and he half leans in to try and snatch another kiss before Danta’s departing so abruptly, that any retort dies on his tongue with the “hey,” that escapes him breathily. Following after Danta toward the cart, Astaroth’s hands splay through his hair, brushing it back and into place behind his horns once more. “We are not. However, my horns grant me at least a few more inches than my standard height.” Comes more of that playful teasing, even if the playful fire is slowly burning out.
Reaching the side of the cart, Astaroth moves to pick up the handle so that they might be able to step out of this cavern and hopefully find some of those sheep Danta had mentioned earlier. “A stepladder is not necessary, darling.” He comments idly, beginning to push the heavy cart before he flashes a small smirk toward the Maverick. “Heels, however…” A part of him wonders why Danta hasn’t already started wearing them, if only to continue to tower over everyone else. That, and he's positive it would suit the other man's fashion sense, whether it be tall combat boots or stiletto sharp heels.
Reaching the side of the cart, Astaroth moves to pick up the handle so that they might be able to step out of this cavern and hopefully find some of those sheep Danta had mentioned earlier. “A stepladder is not necessary, darling.” He comments idly, beginning to push the heavy cart before he flashes a small smirk toward the Maverick. “Heels, however…” A part of him wonders why Danta hasn’t already started wearing them, if only to continue to tower over everyone else. That, and he's positive it would suit the other man's fashion sense, whether it be tall combat boots or stiletto sharp heels.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
