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 know, I know.” The butcher laments, flashing his shark toothed grin (that he thinks matches Danta’s shorts and their shark adornments quite well, even if he doesn’t verbalize it.) “However, I assumed that if I had stated what it truly was, you wouldn’t have given it a chance. And it wasn’t even that bad was it, darling?” He drawls as he sets the bag down and opens the parasol, spinning it once Danta’s found a place where they can’t get sunburned.
As the blankets and towel are spread out, and the butcher finds an abandoned board he can dig into the ground to lean against for Danta’s inevitable naptime, the butcher’s grin brightens as he plops the parasol and board down and slides onto the towels quite comfortably. “Supposedly it is. I am sure we will be the judge of that.” He hums, finally content with the shade above him and the radiating heat from the sand below them as he tugs Danta’s wrist to drag him down with him.
As the blankets and towel are spread out, and the butcher finds an abandoned board he can dig into the ground to lean against for Danta’s inevitable naptime, the butcher’s grin brightens as he plops the parasol and board down and slides onto the towels quite comfortably. “Supposedly it is. I am sure we will be the judge of that.” He hums, finally content with the shade above him and the radiating heat from the sand below them as he tugs Danta’s wrist to drag him down with him.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
