you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name
Nose wrinkling despite the amusement very clearly on his face, the butcher shakes his head with a heavy sigh. “Wasn’t I just lamenting over the fact I’m old?” He whines, a nasally sound before he promptly shuts himself up by taking another drag. His eyes find the remnants of the smoke circle Danta had blown, seeing as it departs and vanishes into the warm night air.
He leans forward to flick the ash into the ashtray, following Danta’s line of sight. “Mm, well, we could still go out? Are you hungry at all?” He asks, focusing his attention back on the blonde as he settles back into the chair, fingertips drawing little designs into the Maverick’s back, up and down his spine.
It could be done, though, if Danta craved the distraction. He’d simply just request a shower before they dress and go anywhere, if that’s what the plan is.
He leans forward to flick the ash into the ashtray, following Danta’s line of sight. “Mm, well, we could still go out? Are you hungry at all?” He asks, focusing his attention back on the blonde as he settles back into the chair, fingertips drawing little designs into the Maverick’s back, up and down his spine.
It could be done, though, if Danta craved the distraction. He’d simply just request a shower before they dress and go anywhere, if that’s what the plan is.
Astaroth
fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart
