// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Over half of the week, you mean?” Astaroth retorts with a soft snort of amusement, but clings to the touch of the Maverick’s fingers as they brush along his shirt sleeve and clasp around his wrist. Raising a dark brow at the mention of gloves and how it’s a shame to see him when he bruises his knuckles, it’s almost like it’s news to him. “And here I was under the impression you preferred me a touch roughed up.” He murmurs, cocking his head playfully, before the tailor’s voice croons over to them.
Casting a glance back toward the tailor and toward Danta, he makes his decision surprisingly quickly. “I think I shall wear it out.” Why? Because it’s their date, and Danta has designed it specifically for him. That and he’s confident it will take him eight years to get out of the pants to switch back in. So, he collects the rest of his clothes and drapes it over his arm, returning to pay and make a mention of such gloves for the future, before he’s offering his other arm out for the Maverick to take for the stroll back to whatever drama they can spark at the Dusklight in this particular outfit tonight.
Casting a glance back toward the tailor and toward Danta, he makes his decision surprisingly quickly. “I think I shall wear it out.” Why? Because it’s their date, and Danta has designed it specifically for him. That and he’s confident it will take him eight years to get out of the pants to switch back in. So, he collects the rest of his clothes and drapes it over his arm, returning to pay and make a mention of such gloves for the future, before he’s offering his other arm out for the Maverick to take for the stroll back to whatever drama they can spark at the Dusklight in this particular outfit tonight.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
