so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
The butcher did have his doubts, and he had been proven incredibly wrong. Not that he’s complaining though, given Charlie’s recent additions to her attire, he imagines she could come up with something perfect for the two of them. He looks forward to it actually.
Even if he isn’t really looking forward to tomorrow, given his current state. But for now, the butcher closes the door and locks it, ensuring that they aren’t bothered. Besides, he’s already positive he’ll be in no state to do actual security work if woken up.
Turning back to see Danta drift further into the room to inspect it, the butcher sidles up beside him, realizing the bed was packed and already complaining mentally why they hadn’t thought of that earlier before they’d started their competition. Regardless, he doesn’t want to sleep on the floor, and so it’s with a soft heavy sigh and an affectionate nudge to the Maverick that the butcher sways a touch toward the edge of the bed, ready to grab and move it. “I suppose if I trip and fall on the way there, the landing may be soft?” He muses, eyeing the comfortable mattress and the blankets strewn across it (provided he manages to avoid falling onto the boxes).
Even if he isn’t really looking forward to tomorrow, given his current state. But for now, the butcher closes the door and locks it, ensuring that they aren’t bothered. Besides, he’s already positive he’ll be in no state to do actual security work if woken up.
Turning back to see Danta drift further into the room to inspect it, the butcher sidles up beside him, realizing the bed was packed and already complaining mentally why they hadn’t thought of that earlier before they’d started their competition. Regardless, he doesn’t want to sleep on the floor, and so it’s with a soft heavy sigh and an affectionate nudge to the Maverick that the butcher sways a touch toward the edge of the bed, ready to grab and move it. “I suppose if I trip and fall on the way there, the landing may be soft?” He muses, eyeing the comfortable mattress and the blankets strewn across it (provided he manages to avoid falling onto the boxes).
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
