you made your choice
Ah, he too is out looking for a gift. And after passing by someone for the third time – at the very least – the butcher catches the other man’s reflection in the glass and he can’t help but to note a certain feeling that this particular stranger may be lost. Unlike when he’d mentioned it to a certain demigod in the weeks prior, this time there’s no malice and nothing but a helpful hand from a certain tall Ancient, proudly boasting every inch of his ancientness with the horns that make him taller, pronged and sharp and dark nestled amongst neatly combed back hair.
He's also bundled up, but in fine layers of wool, a deep orange and red scarf tucked in against his chest, peeking out from beneath the wool herringbone overcoat that goes down to just past his knee. He looks positively warm and comfortable as he announces his initial question.
“Is there something in particular you are searching for that you are not sure where to start?” The butcher asks, head tilting slightly. He thinks he may have seen him at the ball last Deepfrost, and the longer he thinks about it the more something clicks in his mind and his sharp shark toothed smile widens in recognition. “Ah, are you Fox, by chance?” Putting two and two together by Kiada solely, if he’s mistaken, well… Sue him.
He's also bundled up, but in fine layers of wool, a deep orange and red scarf tucked in against his chest, peeking out from beneath the wool herringbone overcoat that goes down to just past his knee. He looks positively warm and comfortable as he announces his initial question.
“Is there something in particular you are searching for that you are not sure where to start?” The butcher asks, head tilting slightly. He thinks he may have seen him at the ball last Deepfrost, and the longer he thinks about it the more something clicks in his mind and his sharp shark toothed smile widens in recognition. “Ah, are you Fox, by chance?” Putting two and two together by Kiada solely, if he’s mistaken, well… Sue him.
Astaroth
do you regret it yet?
