sit down now for some ground rules, thank you
do you think you can handle that much?
do you think you can handle that much?
Icy to match the season, he supposes, whereas the butcher takes a more collected approach to this time of year. It’s a time where he thrives with warmth and comfort, often choosing it over the typical favorite past times he has. It’s why the smile angled toward her is softer, why it doesn’t harbor the sharpness he’s capable of. That, and a portion of it is also likely because as he gets to know and interact with her, he likes her. A formidable friend to have, as far as he’s concerned.
Even if he’s forcing her into some community service.
“Ah, we are giving them away.” He hums, gesturing to the booth they now stand behind that has the multitudes of options. “The Grounds has become a home away from home – the Climb, is what I am inferring – and so it is important that we have options to protect us when we are venturing out too far from warmth, wouldn’t you agree?” Plucking a particularly comfortable jacket, the outer lining is waterproof while the inside is quite soft – not that Astaroth could feel it with his gloved hand, but it clearly looks the part. “I am hopeful that by doing this we will not come across any of our siblings as gargoyles when Flowerbirth arrives.” A better explanation as everything gets situated to be handed out and hot cider, coffee, and cocoa are laid out in steaming cups.
Turning back toward her he inclines his head. “Would you prefer to hand out the weaponry, the trinkets, or the clothing?” Personally he figures she’d go for the weaponry, as the formidable captain she is, but he is a gentleman at the end of the day and having options was important.
Even if he’s forcing her into some community service.
“Ah, we are giving them away.” He hums, gesturing to the booth they now stand behind that has the multitudes of options. “The Grounds has become a home away from home – the Climb, is what I am inferring – and so it is important that we have options to protect us when we are venturing out too far from warmth, wouldn’t you agree?” Plucking a particularly comfortable jacket, the outer lining is waterproof while the inside is quite soft – not that Astaroth could feel it with his gloved hand, but it clearly looks the part. “I am hopeful that by doing this we will not come across any of our siblings as gargoyles when Flowerbirth arrives.” A better explanation as everything gets situated to be handed out and hot cider, coffee, and cocoa are laid out in steaming cups.
Turning back toward her he inclines his head. “Would you prefer to hand out the weaponry, the trinkets, or the clothing?” Personally he figures she’d go for the weaponry, as the formidable captain she is, but he is a gentleman at the end of the day and having options was important.
Astaroth
i've just come back to life, i'm here, i'm your little ray of sunshine
