Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Flashing a shark toothed smile toward Danta to say you’re welcome, he continues his task as he hears the two of them speak over being left behind. And, perhaps surprising the priestess and the Maverick both, the butcher continues to put away the knives as the butcher adds a “Danta is right, you are welcome to join us, darling.” Turning his attention back toward Charlie, in lieu of the bouncing brows that Danta had offered, Astaroth’s smile is equally just as sharp and playful.
Because half the time it’s just talking until they sack out in a cuddle pile, rather than anything else. And even if there was the opportunity for more fun to be had, the butcher finds he wouldn’t mind the idea of Charlie being included. (See? He’s opening up!) That and there’s only two people in the Grounds that he doesn’t mind being touched by and they’re both in this very room.
But he concedes, because he does understand what she means, and it gives him time to focus on finishing his tasks of the knives while they talk over Kiada’s wedding, the butcher’s gaze flits toward them when he sets the last blade into place, he simply listens given that he doesn’t have much of a role to play in the Registrar’s wedding aside from attendance, he assumes.
Finding the crates, the butcher decides to snag the one that contained all of the pieces for the training dummy, lifting it to take it to a relatively open space, before he turns the crate and dumps it onto the floor letting its pieces roll about the ground before he gets to work meticulously piecing it together.
Asta picks the training dummy!
Because half the time it’s just talking until they sack out in a cuddle pile, rather than anything else. And even if there was the opportunity for more fun to be had, the butcher finds he wouldn’t mind the idea of Charlie being included. (See? He’s opening up!) That and there’s only two people in the Grounds that he doesn’t mind being touched by and they’re both in this very room.
But he concedes, because he does understand what she means, and it gives him time to focus on finishing his tasks of the knives while they talk over Kiada’s wedding, the butcher’s gaze flits toward them when he sets the last blade into place, he simply listens given that he doesn’t have much of a role to play in the Registrar’s wedding aside from attendance, he assumes.
Finding the crates, the butcher decides to snag the one that contained all of the pieces for the training dummy, lifting it to take it to a relatively open space, before he turns the crate and dumps it onto the floor letting its pieces roll about the ground before he gets to work meticulously piecing it together.
Asta picks the training dummy!
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
