// smile like you mean it //
“Shut up.” Astaroth laughs lightly in response to the Maverick’s correction, ignoring everything else except the fact that he needs to get Danta out of whatever this was, fully aware he’s had no conversation yet — but certainly in no state to do it.
Despite the flinging hands, the butcher pulls him from the table to stand, hands reaching up to cup Danta’s jaw, giving a little soft shake. “Since when do you not want to dance?” He asks like it’s a rhetorical question, his smile a touch affectionate before he’s releasing the Maverick, casting a glance toward Flora as she approaches. “I can even sing for you both.” He trills, his tone taking on a musical lilt, deep and rich as he pulls away toward the music, unsure what exactly he will sing, but there’s got to be something.
Despite the flinging hands, the butcher pulls him from the table to stand, hands reaching up to cup Danta’s jaw, giving a little soft shake. “Since when do you not want to dance?” He asks like it’s a rhetorical question, his smile a touch affectionate before he’s releasing the Maverick, casting a glance toward Flora as she approaches. “I can even sing for you both.” He trills, his tone taking on a musical lilt, deep and rich as he pulls away toward the music, unsure what exactly he will sing, but there’s got to be something.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
