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 again, the butcher hisses out a little sound, trying not to just concede to the Maverick and ruin his own pride. His ego battles with himself even as pushing the cart proves challenging with the added weight. “The air of victory is due to simply being able to look down upon most of the populace. Not because of other reasons.” He admits, even if it burns a little to say it aloud.
His break has him panting, looking up with a dark gaze to pin on Danta with the smirk, only to completely get the wind out of his sails. His smile remains even as he seems to buffer for a second, stepping back from the cart to fold his arms across his chest, “I have been lording it over you for years, darling, I have nothing more to prove.” He says stubbornly, inspecting his hand shortly after to see the stain of blood behind from the ferret and the ash mixed into the pads of his fingertips from the work.
His break has him panting, looking up with a dark gaze to pin on Danta with the smirk, only to completely get the wind out of his sails. His smile remains even as he seems to buffer for a second, stepping back from the cart to fold his arms across his chest, “I have been lording it over you for years, darling, I have nothing more to prove.” He says stubbornly, inspecting his hand shortly after to see the stain of blood behind from the ferret and the ash mixed into the pads of his fingertips from the work.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
