// smile like you mean it //
It feels like it’s simultaneously been minutes and hours that the pair have been gone — two songs have played and the third has the butcher’s movements shifting ever so much. It isn’t so much an upbeat song anymore as it is something soulful. Blissfully unaware how that might affect Flora and Danta as they return (or himself), he’s spun with the partner of the whiskey bottle and comes face to face with them trickling out from behind the bar.
His grin is too bright and his balance is so gone, that it takes his tail snapping out to catch the center pillar of a table to keep him upright. “Danta! Flora!” He chimes, his accent thicker here with the whiskey he’s been nursing while they’ve been gone, aptly calling out the faces he sees as they come into view.
Abandoning dancing alone, the butcher leans heavily against one of the tables he’d moved out of the way to make space, before he’s pushing off of it to approach them, his steps a bit swayed. “Welcome back my darlings!” Whatever revelations the two of them had come to, the butcher isn’t privy to, he simply is happy to have them back. One warm hand reaches for Danta’s shoulder while the other snags around Flora’s waist, pulling them in for a group hug of sorts (which goes to show how drunk he is that he doesn’t even think twice about his actions, he just does them).
“There was a song... while you all were gone. It mentioned Whitebrim! In a bad way, obviously, but it was also amusing, because he was also surprisingly accurate.” He withdraws from the hug to flash them each a too sharp grin, clearly entertained by the fact he’s managed to pluck out that one line of lyrics in the song. The grin is aimed at Danta, because the Maverick knows — and he’s too drunk to realize he hasn’t told Flora where precisely he’s from, so his hand lifts toward her to cup her cheek gently, his gaze focusing heavily on her aqua ones for a split second. “Is it… awful… to be both relieved by that and a tiny bit sad? That it’s gone?”
Apparently Asta is also in his feelings a bit, even if it were for an entirely different reason.
His grin is too bright and his balance is so gone, that it takes his tail snapping out to catch the center pillar of a table to keep him upright. “Danta! Flora!” He chimes, his accent thicker here with the whiskey he’s been nursing while they’ve been gone, aptly calling out the faces he sees as they come into view.
Abandoning dancing alone, the butcher leans heavily against one of the tables he’d moved out of the way to make space, before he’s pushing off of it to approach them, his steps a bit swayed. “Welcome back my darlings!” Whatever revelations the two of them had come to, the butcher isn’t privy to, he simply is happy to have them back. One warm hand reaches for Danta’s shoulder while the other snags around Flora’s waist, pulling them in for a group hug of sorts (which goes to show how drunk he is that he doesn’t even think twice about his actions, he just does them).
“There was a song... while you all were gone. It mentioned Whitebrim! In a bad way, obviously, but it was also amusing, because he was also surprisingly accurate.” He withdraws from the hug to flash them each a too sharp grin, clearly entertained by the fact he’s managed to pluck out that one line of lyrics in the song. The grin is aimed at Danta, because the Maverick knows — and he’s too drunk to realize he hasn’t told Flora where precisely he’s from, so his hand lifts toward her to cup her cheek gently, his gaze focusing heavily on her aqua ones for a split second. “Is it… awful… to be both relieved by that and a tiny bit sad? That it’s gone?”
Apparently Asta is also in his feelings a bit, even if it were for an entirely different reason.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
