so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
He waits for the answer, for the yes or no or just a sec!, when none of them come. Perhaps the bartender had pointed wrong. Perhaps he’d misread that situation too. So he picks up the bag, holding it in one hand and a glimmer of surprise when the door opens and he has just enough time to scan the blonde, to see the appearance of the beautifully scarlet robe that hangs off one shoulder, the haze of his eyes that look quite upset but also drunk. That’s about all he gets before the hand rises with expert precision to slap him across the face.
Stunned briefly, because he both felt like he did and didn’t deserve that, he blinks as his cheek blooms red from a different reason. “I am not doing this right now.” He decides suddenly, a moment of anger flaring because first of all — Danta had bargained the date. And it was Danta always upset that he never returned precisely on time.
Which, in a moment of his frustration, he works his jaw and decides if Danta doesn’t want to talk, doesn’t want to let him in, then he’s not going to pursue it.
Turning on his heel, the butcher’s tail winds tightly around his leg, and he aims to step back down his stairs in a complete trajectory to his office.
Stunned briefly, because he both felt like he did and didn’t deserve that, he blinks as his cheek blooms red from a different reason. “I am not doing this right now.” He decides suddenly, a moment of anger flaring because first of all — Danta had bargained the date. And it was Danta always upset that he never returned precisely on time.
Which, in a moment of his frustration, he works his jaw and decides if Danta doesn’t want to talk, doesn’t want to let him in, then he’s not going to pursue it.
Turning on his heel, the butcher’s tail winds tightly around his leg, and he aims to step back down his stairs in a complete trajectory to his office.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
