so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“I did not pick a dull history lesson this time, thank you very much.” Comes the butchers playfully annoyed retort, drifting down toward the water as the sun continues to crest toward the hottest and highest point of the day. It’s streaked with purple, still, but Astaroth pays it little mind — horns glittering its oil spill hues, the book tucked under his arm, parasol folded up neatly and resting against his shoulder that sports the very same tropical, red, and floral billowy shirt. The shorts are different, given how the last ones had been ruined, but they’re black now to soak in the heat of the sun.
Letting Danta choose the location, he peers at the other Ancient with an amused smile on his face, dark gaze hidden behind dark sunglasses. “I was not sure what you would prefer so I retrieved a murder mystery.” He tacks on, pausing to drop the bag from his other shoulder that sports the towels and blankets for the sand to not get everywhere, before he sets the book down to start opening the umbrella, giving it a good spin for the heck of it.
Letting Danta choose the location, he peers at the other Ancient with an amused smile on his face, dark gaze hidden behind dark sunglasses. “I was not sure what you would prefer so I retrieved a murder mystery.” He tacks on, pausing to drop the bag from his other shoulder that sports the towels and blankets for the sand to not get everywhere, before he sets the book down to start opening the umbrella, giving it a good spin for the heck of it.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
