so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
“It is unfortunate, truly.” He agrees softly, frowning lightly as he shakes his head. So many rules and hidden understanding of things that he has no hope of trying to grasp so soon after waking – something that Charlie would also likely understand.
At least he’s starting to understand the lingo (thanks Danta), because as Charlie makes her next comment, the butcher is snorting as he wanders over toward the window to collect the curtain. “Alas, I am not.” He answers with a soft huff of a laugh, glancing over his shoulder briefly while he pulls them down to raise his brow toward her, the smirk hidden behind his arm. (Insertmoxxie I’m a top here).
“Ready.” Hoisting his portion, he does utilize his foot in place of his tail to slide the curtain underneath it – ensuring that the slab of obsidian easily is placed onto the curtain, he flips up the end of it so that the heavy drapery might also offer some help in pulling it without simply pulling the curtain out from under it.
Nodding, the muscles in his arms are easily seen as he starts to pull it slowly, his tail trying to wrap around the curtain fabric at the end he’d flipped over, giving an extra boon as they slide it over. It’s slow going, but they manage it, and only when they can step foot into the unearthed soil from where Charlie had torn out the flooring for the shrine does the butcher stop. “Now, on three we shall lift and slide it over into the space and then we can get started.” Flashing a bright grin toward Charlie, Astaroth lets her pick up the other end that’s a little bit taller and still on the polished flooring to help alleviate some of the height difference. “One… Two… Three.” He says, hoisting his side to bring it into the space where the shrine will go.
At least he’s starting to understand the lingo (thanks Danta), because as Charlie makes her next comment, the butcher is snorting as he wanders over toward the window to collect the curtain. “Alas, I am not.” He answers with a soft huff of a laugh, glancing over his shoulder briefly while he pulls them down to raise his brow toward her, the smirk hidden behind his arm. (Insert
“Ready.” Hoisting his portion, he does utilize his foot in place of his tail to slide the curtain underneath it – ensuring that the slab of obsidian easily is placed onto the curtain, he flips up the end of it so that the heavy drapery might also offer some help in pulling it without simply pulling the curtain out from under it.
Nodding, the muscles in his arms are easily seen as he starts to pull it slowly, his tail trying to wrap around the curtain fabric at the end he’d flipped over, giving an extra boon as they slide it over. It’s slow going, but they manage it, and only when they can step foot into the unearthed soil from where Charlie had torn out the flooring for the shrine does the butcher stop. “Now, on three we shall lift and slide it over into the space and then we can get started.” Flashing a bright grin toward Charlie, Astaroth lets her pick up the other end that’s a little bit taller and still on the polished flooring to help alleviate some of the height difference. “One… Two… Three.” He says, hoisting his side to bring it into the space where the shrine will go.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
