// smile like you mean it //
That’s the golden question, where is Astaroth?
Well, you see, he’s found the music and he’s put it on, an upbeat tempo that has distracted him for long enough that only when Flora’s voice — pitched above the rest of the vibrating music, does the butcher focus back toward the bar where Danta and Flora have settled.
Only to arrive right at the worst time, with the groan that slips from his throat and the quiet, deeper accented admission (he’s had a lot already, but who is he to say no?) “The cowbell still haunts me.” Reaching out to take the sweet mixture that Flora had put together, the butcher savors it despite it being a shot, humming his appreciation and flashing a sharp yet bright smile to the Doubletake. “This is divine.” He practically purrs, before he moves to sit at the bar, tail waving with content like his fyrhund shift behind him. “Oh! Wasn’t there that one time you were…” trying to think, he snaps his fingers. “A cowboy? Because of all that?” The words fall strangely from his tongue, but his dark gaze is playful as he pins Danta with a look, pointedly ignoring the fact that the rest of that particular day had been dramatic.
Well, you see, he’s found the music and he’s put it on, an upbeat tempo that has distracted him for long enough that only when Flora’s voice — pitched above the rest of the vibrating music, does the butcher focus back toward the bar where Danta and Flora have settled.
Only to arrive right at the worst time, with the groan that slips from his throat and the quiet, deeper accented admission (he’s had a lot already, but who is he to say no?) “The cowbell still haunts me.” Reaching out to take the sweet mixture that Flora had put together, the butcher savors it despite it being a shot, humming his appreciation and flashing a sharp yet bright smile to the Doubletake. “This is divine.” He practically purrs, before he moves to sit at the bar, tail waving with content like his fyrhund shift behind him. “Oh! Wasn’t there that one time you were…” trying to think, he snaps his fingers. “A cowboy? Because of all that?” The words fall strangely from his tongue, but his dark gaze is playful as he pins Danta with a look, pointedly ignoring the fact that the rest of that particular day had been dramatic.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
