// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Unaware of the audience he’s attracted as he fails over and over again, the butcher wisely keeps his cursing to himself. It’s quiet enough that it’s muted in the wind that likely is causing a bit of trouble for his target practice, and while Astaroth is typically calm, cool, and collected… well, he notches the arrow into the bow and aims only for Mitten’s screech to startle him.
The arrow flies wonky again and his posture straightens up, plastering an easy smile on his face as he turns to spot the interruption when he sees a lovely woman apologizing for a sentient snowball of all things.
Exhaling the breath of tension in his lungs, Astaroth lowers the bow and inclines his head. “No need to apologize.” He hums in as gentle of a greeting as he can, dark eyes watching the snowball for a few moments longer before he looks at Lena. “A feisty little one, it seems?” Nodding his head toward Mittens for emphasis, his smile twisting a touch brighter and more relaxed.
The arrow flies wonky again and his posture straightens up, plastering an easy smile on his face as he turns to spot the interruption when he sees a lovely woman apologizing for a sentient snowball of all things.
Exhaling the breath of tension in his lungs, Astaroth lowers the bow and inclines his head. “No need to apologize.” He hums in as gentle of a greeting as he can, dark eyes watching the snowball for a few moments longer before he looks at Lena. “A feisty little one, it seems?” Nodding his head toward Mittens for emphasis, his smile twisting a touch brighter and more relaxed.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
