// with our one foot in the grave //
Exasperation immediately takes hold within the butcher’s face at the gangly comment, but he can’t do much more than bend to let Danta climb up onto his back – and it feels like a child trying to clamor their way up a slide with the way the blonde’s hands manhandle his shoulders and back. Even his head, which seems surprisingly heavy for the moment but he attributes it to Danta’s heavy handedness.
“Hmm.” The butcher remarks before he’s reaching up with the jar to hand it to the blonde. His tail lashes a little behind him as he tries to keep Danta in the position to grab the apple, even as he tries to focus on the ground to prevent the prongs from stabbing the Theocrat. “Did you find one?” He asks, unable to see what’s going on but can watch his shadow as it warbles again in front of him, separate from Danta's own shadow.
“Hmm.” The butcher remarks before he’s reaching up with the jar to hand it to the blonde. His tail lashes a little behind him as he tries to keep Danta in the position to grab the apple, even as he tries to focus on the ground to prevent the prongs from stabbing the Theocrat. “Did you find one?” He asks, unable to see what’s going on but can watch his shadow as it warbles again in front of him, separate from Danta's own shadow.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
