i tried to start caring like you and like them
when you said that i was killing myself
when you said that i was killing myself
She does bring up a valuable point, and it does well to smooth down the figurative feathers that have been ruffled from the memory – thinking back on it with a slow nod that he doesn’t try to cause more pain to the bruising that radiates up through his neck. “I would say it was indeed worth it, if that is what you are asking.” The smile twists a touch softer, despite how he flips the question onto her.
Leaning forward in spite of the terrible feeling that remains, the butcher’s focus is back on the captain, taking in each and every word she says, parsing them between the lisp. “Tongue twisters, mm?” He muses, leaning back a little when she too says something feels off. Shaking his head, he huffs a quiet sigh. “It is not just you. It has been happening here lately, though I am unsure why.” Just the other day with Danta and him, he’d experienced the very same thing.
As for the short fuse she boasts, Astaroth knows all too well what that’s like, and he does a beautiful job stifling the urge to let his smile blink into full blown amusement as she tries to give the tongue twister a chance. Parsing it, though, his head tilts, dark hair falling from where it’s tucked behind his antler. “Hmm, I am happy to help you practice it, if that is what you would prefer.” He raises a brow toward her, watching the display before him as he realizes the amount of alcohol she’s downing would likely help very little in not trying to slur or lisp.
Leaning forward in spite of the terrible feeling that remains, the butcher’s focus is back on the captain, taking in each and every word she says, parsing them between the lisp. “Tongue twisters, mm?” He muses, leaning back a little when she too says something feels off. Shaking his head, he huffs a quiet sigh. “It is not just you. It has been happening here lately, though I am unsure why.” Just the other day with Danta and him, he’d experienced the very same thing.
As for the short fuse she boasts, Astaroth knows all too well what that’s like, and he does a beautiful job stifling the urge to let his smile blink into full blown amusement as she tries to give the tongue twister a chance. Parsing it, though, his head tilts, dark hair falling from where it’s tucked behind his antler. “Hmm, I am happy to help you practice it, if that is what you would prefer.” He raises a brow toward her, watching the display before him as he realizes the amount of alcohol she’s downing would likely help very little in not trying to slur or lisp.
Astaroth
healed everything but my shame
