// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Pausing as he brushes by Danta for the friendly conversation, his dark gaze drifts down along the planes of Danta’s face before lifting back to his eyes (as if taking a silent assessment that all was right). Yet, as the answer of it only being thirty minutes, the butcher’s incapable of not rolling his eyes with a muffled scoff before conceding and nodding his head. “Alright.”
And he does just that, drifting toward the entrance and letting the cool air rest against his exposed skin, his back a warning sign for those still within the Dusklight, it’s with a painstaking amount of time spent counting the minutes until he thinks it’s been enough time. Looking back toward the bar, without any other trouble this entire time, and finds that the Maverick has essentially vanished from the bar.
He waits a few more minutes just to sell the point before handing it off to one of the other workers to manage, drifting through the Dusklight like a nightmarish shadow as he follows the familiar corridors toward Danta’s room – slipping inside once testing the door, and immediately (and a touch grumpily), drifting in to complain all about the brazenly drunk woman who had been the only bold one out of their patrons that night.
At the very least, Danta would soothe his worries, he’s sure.
- FIN
And he does just that, drifting toward the entrance and letting the cool air rest against his exposed skin, his back a warning sign for those still within the Dusklight, it’s with a painstaking amount of time spent counting the minutes until he thinks it’s been enough time. Looking back toward the bar, without any other trouble this entire time, and finds that the Maverick has essentially vanished from the bar.
He waits a few more minutes just to sell the point before handing it off to one of the other workers to manage, drifting through the Dusklight like a nightmarish shadow as he follows the familiar corridors toward Danta’s room – slipping inside once testing the door, and immediately (and a touch grumpily), drifting in to complain all about the brazenly drunk woman who had been the only bold one out of their patrons that night.
At the very least, Danta would soothe his worries, he’s sure.
- FIN
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
