// smile like you mean it //
As far as Astaroth is concerned right now (and too drunk to read the room completely well), he steps away from Danta to figure out the karaoke machine, catching Flora’s slow smile and Danta’s slump back into the chair. Sighing a little to himself, it takes him a few long minutes of fumbling shit with too drunk hands.
There’s a victorious chime as he gets it figured out, and it’s an old song that starts to play. And it’s a deep rich voice that purrs out of the butcher as he starts to sing, following the melody as it rises as falls, letting it fill the bar as he sways a little in place, dark eyes focusing toward where Flora and Danta seem to be having a conversation amongst themselves.
There’s a victorious chime as he gets it figured out, and it’s an old song that starts to play. And it’s a deep rich voice that purrs out of the butcher as he starts to sing, following the melody as it rises as falls, letting it fill the bar as he sways a little in place, dark eyes focusing toward where Flora and Danta seem to be having a conversation amongst themselves.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
