// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
A playful gasp slips from the butcher, before it breaks into a deep chuckle of a laugh, shaking his head ever so slightly to not jostle the work the tailor is working on. “I would never.” And it’s true – he quite likes the tailor. The majority of his clothes are crafted by him these days, and if it weren’t for having more clothes than days in the week, he might continue to overload his closets with styles after styles.
Maybe he’ll infiltrate Danta’s closet next?
Dark eyes spot the fabric immediately, and it’s a look of nothing but being impressed to see the pattern in the fabric – the heaviness to it that would (in theory) provide warmth (if it wasn’t going to be half missing). “Is that so?” Astaroth hums as he both watches in the reflection and feels the featherlight touch of the blonde’s fingertips along his shoulder blades and down his spine, unable to keep the goosebumps from rising along the tops of his shoulders – away from the scar tissue. He watches curiously, still, as the tailor sets the fabric against his skin, pinning with Danta’s help this way and that, before the sharp snip of scissors cuts the air and any warmth he thought he was keeping is immediately gone in lieu of the open back design. "This is an interesting choice." Astaroth hums, feeling like nothing more than just a mannequin being dressed.
Dark eyes spot the fabric immediately, and it’s a look of nothing but being impressed to see the pattern in the fabric – the heaviness to it that would (in theory) provide warmth (if it wasn’t going to be half missing). “Is that so?” Astaroth hums as he both watches in the reflection and feels the featherlight touch of the blonde’s fingertips along his shoulder blades and down his spine, unable to keep the goosebumps from rising along the tops of his shoulders – away from the scar tissue. He watches curiously, still, as the tailor sets the fabric against his skin, pinning with Danta’s help this way and that, before the sharp snip of scissors cuts the air and any warmth he thought he was keeping is immediately gone in lieu of the open back design. "This is an interesting choice." Astaroth hums, feeling like nothing more than just a mannequin being dressed.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
