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
“Any advantage is worth noting.” Astaroth hums positively, pushing the cart down the cavern back toward the main hall of Soulfire Reach when his comment is met with a bark of laughter and the sudden drop of any help pushing the cart he had causing him to lurch forward and smack his chest into the edge of the cart with a loud oomph, blinking up at Danta from this position.
His nose wrinkles, but aside from that it sparks a strange myriad of other feelings within him he doesn’t know how to place, so he huffs and braces his arms on the edge of the cart, right next to Danta’s thigh as he cocks his horned head up at him and replaces any prior outrage with a sharp yet sultry and playful smile. “I am saying that you have options to make yourself taller than me and you have not taken them. So I believe you prefer me being the tallest between the two of us.” He raises a dark brow for emphasis, dark eyes glued to the Maverick as if nothing else around them matters.
Which, lets be honest, it truly doesn't to him.
His nose wrinkles, but aside from that it sparks a strange myriad of other feelings within him he doesn’t know how to place, so he huffs and braces his arms on the edge of the cart, right next to Danta’s thigh as he cocks his horned head up at him and replaces any prior outrage with a sharp yet sultry and playful smile. “I am saying that you have options to make yourself taller than me and you have not taken them. So I believe you prefer me being the tallest between the two of us.” He raises a dark brow for emphasis, dark eyes glued to the Maverick as if nothing else around them matters.
Which, lets be honest, it truly doesn't to him.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
