// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Not by you, darling. And not since my reawakening, as far as I can recall.” He clarifies – which he supposes would make it decades minus a year, because isn’t now about the time he’d stumbled back into wakefulness? He pauses for a moment to consider how it has simultaneously only been a year and yet not at least five will everything that had been packed into the previous year.
Either way, blinking back to the thought at hand, the butcher peers down at the mention of justice – snorting and sighing a touch wistfully – as if that was all he could ever want in the world. But the movement of wiggling fingers is close to being in his face and Astaroth immediately reverts back to his typical self and snaps with an audible clack toward the offending fingers.
Don’t worry, though, he’s made sure to not actually bite the Maverick’s fingers. “I have been enjoying not thinking about her as of late.” He pulls back with a soft whine, propping his head back onto his fist, blinking dark eyes up at Danta to see what the next card is.
Either way, blinking back to the thought at hand, the butcher peers down at the mention of justice – snorting and sighing a touch wistfully – as if that was all he could ever want in the world. But the movement of wiggling fingers is close to being in his face and Astaroth immediately reverts back to his typical self and snaps with an audible clack toward the offending fingers.
Don’t worry, though, he’s made sure to not actually bite the Maverick’s fingers. “I have been enjoying not thinking about her as of late.” He pulls back with a soft whine, propping his head back onto his fist, blinking dark eyes up at Danta to see what the next card is.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
