Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
There’s a certain smugness that occurs to the butcher as he takes them both by surprise – and blissfully unashamed and not in the least bit embarrassed, the butcher can’t help but to pin Charlie with his sharp grin as she comments that it would be fun, before the grin is flashed over toward Danta in turn. “That too, I am sure.” He says of the facemasks and nail painting, and he suddenly finds himself quite busy with the crate containing the training dummy as he continues, tail sweeping behind him in amused flicks. “However, I did intend what I said, how I said it.”
Busying himself on finishing up the training dummy, the butcher gets it set up in a way that has it a plain figure, easy to ignore and forget is there, Something he rectifies with a swipe of flame to burn the fabric into a dark and grotesque smiley face, before he withdraws and slips over toward the finishing touches, leaving Danta to arrange the dummy however he saw fit.
He brightens up at the idea of liquor being within the room, as well, but he focuses solely on the fact he’s now collecting the empty crates from around the room, containing it all in one section away from everything else so as to not catch flame. “I do hope you brought ’the good stuff’.” He says with a chuckle, despite knowing the Maverick would have, his smile remains affixed to his face as he sparks the first crate alight in flame and begins to work on the rest shortly after so that they could sweep up whatever ash was left behind.
Busying himself on finishing up the training dummy, the butcher gets it set up in a way that has it a plain figure, easy to ignore and forget is there, Something he rectifies with a swipe of flame to burn the fabric into a dark and grotesque smiley face, before he withdraws and slips over toward the finishing touches, leaving Danta to arrange the dummy however he saw fit.
He brightens up at the idea of liquor being within the room, as well, but he focuses solely on the fact he’s now collecting the empty crates from around the room, containing it all in one section away from everything else so as to not catch flame. “I do hope you brought ’the good stuff’.” He says with a chuckle, despite knowing the Maverick would have, his smile remains affixed to his face as he sparks the first crate alight in flame and begins to work on the rest shortly after so that they could sweep up whatever ash was left behind.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
