so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
The answer feels familiar, but only in the way that the butcher isn’t so sure it wasn’t yesterday’s answer (not five minutes prior). And its with the repeat question that equally sounds familiar that the butcher pours more tea into his and Danta’s cups, collecting the package in the crook of his bad arm (the sling had its uses, he supposes), and balances the two cups as he returns. “It certainly has been worse.” He says for the third time, because it definitely has been worse.
But between the help from the healers, the butcher feels as if it won’t take too much longer before he’ll be able to utilize his arm again.
Delicately balancing the two cups and the package, the butcher slowly makes his way back toward the couch, setting Danta’s cup down first for him, beside the yarn of the frog that looks more like a heap than a frog, before he sets his own cup down to get ready to sit back down. “You have quite an eye, don’t you.” He drawls playfully, though the rumble of his voice is exhausted as it is amused. “It is a gift for you. I purchased it earlier this season.” Settling in and drawing the blanket up and around him, the butcher opts for putting up his glamour if only so his horns don’t snag on the blanket he winds around the back of his head and promptly (one handed speed), tries to stack Danta’s legs back onto his lap before he hands the package to him and twists a little to watch him.
But between the help from the healers, the butcher feels as if it won’t take too much longer before he’ll be able to utilize his arm again.
Delicately balancing the two cups and the package, the butcher slowly makes his way back toward the couch, setting Danta’s cup down first for him, beside the yarn of the frog that looks more like a heap than a frog, before he sets his own cup down to get ready to sit back down. “You have quite an eye, don’t you.” He drawls playfully, though the rumble of his voice is exhausted as it is amused. “It is a gift for you. I purchased it earlier this season.” Settling in and drawing the blanket up and around him, the butcher opts for putting up his glamour if only so his horns don’t snag on the blanket he winds around the back of his head and promptly (one handed speed), tries to stack Danta’s legs back onto his lap before he hands the package to him and twists a little to watch him.
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
