// smile like you mean it //
“Thank you for noticing.” Astaroth taunts back to Danta as if he was waiting for him to fall into that trap, despite being drunk enough he was not at all planning the lead up. Turning his attention to the shot instead and the lure of Flora’s gaze, the butcher savors the shot in front of him, chuckling to hear Danta’s additions.
Instead of an affectionate wrinkle of his nose, the butcher seems not at all into the idea of dressing up like milkmaids or cowboys or cows, let alone a cowbell. “Can there… maybe not be any cowbells?” He asks, dropping his gaze now that Flora’s is on Danta’s. He looks at the shot she puts together, and as she reaches for his hand to tug it toward the shot, he catches the fluttering of her lashes and he snorts.
A quick snap has a short burst of flame sparking along the top of the glass, sizzling the sugar and caramelizing it before he extinguishes it and downs the rest of his shot. Reaching up to brush a hand through his hair and push back a lock of rogue hair, he twists a little to sit up on the bar, getting a bit closer to the two of them as the music still seems to bounce around them. “What other horror stories have you been sharing, Danta, darling?” He drawls, trying to get as far away from the cows as possible.
Instead of an affectionate wrinkle of his nose, the butcher seems not at all into the idea of dressing up like milkmaids or cowboys or cows, let alone a cowbell. “Can there… maybe not be any cowbells?” He asks, dropping his gaze now that Flora’s is on Danta’s. He looks at the shot she puts together, and as she reaches for his hand to tug it toward the shot, he catches the fluttering of her lashes and he snorts.
A quick snap has a short burst of flame sparking along the top of the glass, sizzling the sugar and caramelizing it before he extinguishes it and downs the rest of his shot. Reaching up to brush a hand through his hair and push back a lock of rogue hair, he twists a little to sit up on the bar, getting a bit closer to the two of them as the music still seems to bounce around them. “What other horror stories have you been sharing, Danta, darling?” He drawls, trying to get as far away from the cows as possible.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
