Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
He does hear the tail end of it, and it draws the butcher’s attention toward the duo as they lean against his door. His tail flicks slightly as he collects the last bit of bone portions, before turning toward them with that too sharp smile. “Does it count, now that you’ve made her aware of the stakes, darling?” He asks, before his dark gaze flits toward Charlie, overtly pleased to see their priestess. “I imagine you would very much like the outfit Danta had created for me.” It isn’t his cup of tea, exactly, but Danta had taken the preferences of the butcher's and mashed them together to create it.
It’s precisely why he does enjoy wearing it on occasion. That, and the lingering eyes add a nice touch.
Nodding to Danta, Astaroth drifts toward the open box he’d been working in, setting the bone pieces within and listening to them rattle amongst the others, before he picks it up. It harbors all the rest of his trinkets, but the bones were a touch more fragile and so he’d intended for them to go last.
He’s done packing and grabs a box!
It’s precisely why he does enjoy wearing it on occasion. That, and the lingering eyes add a nice touch.
Nodding to Danta, Astaroth drifts toward the open box he’d been working in, setting the bone pieces within and listening to them rattle amongst the others, before he picks it up. It harbors all the rest of his trinkets, but the bones were a touch more fragile and so he’d intended for them to go last.
He’s done packing and grabs a box!
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
