// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He simply shrugs away the apology – because it isn’t Danta’s fault, nor is it his own. It just is. And as he gets comfortable and Danta rummages around, he’s stuck staring at the bottle in a strange mix of trying to decide whether or not to drink it more or see if there was any other way to get this stupid feeling to go away. “Lots ‘n lots of gore crows.” He says on another rough and gritty tone.
Only when Danta’s personal chastising occurs does the butcher glance away from the bottle, trying to look over his shoulder at the instruction. “Flora was there, too, actually.” He answers instead, because it wasn’t just him and this unknown Jack, it was him and Jack and Flora.
The weight of the blanket settles over his shoulders and already between the warmth of it and the softness, the butcher’s posture immediately crumples into nothing but a slouch, pulling it a bit closer as if it might keep his hands from twitching and trembling. “I’ve already started.” He says, lifting the bottle from under the blanket around his shoulders and now partially pooling into his lap to waggle the bottle in the air for emphasis. “Trying to drown it out.” He explains, even as the answer makes no sense to the question Danta had posed.
Only when Danta’s personal chastising occurs does the butcher glance away from the bottle, trying to look over his shoulder at the instruction. “Flora was there, too, actually.” He answers instead, because it wasn’t just him and this unknown Jack, it was him and Jack and Flora.
The weight of the blanket settles over his shoulders and already between the warmth of it and the softness, the butcher’s posture immediately crumples into nothing but a slouch, pulling it a bit closer as if it might keep his hands from twitching and trembling. “I’ve already started.” He says, lifting the bottle from under the blanket around his shoulders and now partially pooling into his lap to waggle the bottle in the air for emphasis. “Trying to drown it out.” He explains, even as the answer makes no sense to the question Danta had posed.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
