the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
“That is quite alright.” He hums softly, lips quirking into slightly more of a smile, hardly worried if his joke had not landed previously. There’s always an attempt for another. And as such, the butcher’s pace slows and he meets the abandoned’s pace with ease, offering flame to warm the both of them additionally while he continues to keep the halo flitting through his hair.
Humming a soft note of “you’re welcome, darling,” the butcher focuses on the path before them, ensuring that they stray away from the path too trodden to be treacherous. He’d lived in Halo a long enough time to know the tricks with traversing the pale landscape, even if he preferred not to on most occasions. “I do not, no. I am from the Hollowed Grounds.” He explains, before he glances back over toward Niki with that shark toothed smile on display again.
“I am Astaroth, though many call me Asta. It is a pleasure to meet you, Niki.” He would shake his hand but given one is harboring their heat source and the other cradles the handle of his cane, the butcher opts for a dip of his posture as he walks in a makeshift bow of greeting. “I assume you do reside here?” He asks, opting for small talk as he takes the path he was originally intending to take to get to the Village.
Humming a soft note of “you’re welcome, darling,” the butcher focuses on the path before them, ensuring that they stray away from the path too trodden to be treacherous. He’d lived in Halo a long enough time to know the tricks with traversing the pale landscape, even if he preferred not to on most occasions. “I do not, no. I am from the Hollowed Grounds.” He explains, before he glances back over toward Niki with that shark toothed smile on display again.
“I am Astaroth, though many call me Asta. It is a pleasure to meet you, Niki.” He would shake his hand but given one is harboring their heat source and the other cradles the handle of his cane, the butcher opts for a dip of his posture as he walks in a makeshift bow of greeting. “I assume you do reside here?” He asks, opting for small talk as he takes the path he was originally intending to take to get to the Village.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
