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
“Mmhm.” Comes the muffled sound through his nose once he’s managed to get them all in his mouth. It’s a fucking challenge, and as he chews it becomes more like trying to chew through mortar with how the cracker molds into the cheese, and he finds these very sharp teeth of his to be very little use with such thick foods. It wasn’t meat, wasn’t for tearing, and he quietly tries to chew as he angles his face purposefully away from Danta to try and ensure he doesn’t spot a laugh where he doesn’t end up choking on the whole lump of food in his mouth.
The suggestion is met with a hand held up, covered in crumbs of cracker, forcing his way through it to swallow and collect the wine glass to down it, before he finally finds it in him to cough. “Gods, it was so dry.” He whines, exhaling a breath before his tongue starts to prod his cheeks and he snorts. “And I bit my cheek.” Lifting that crumbly hand to his lips, he prods at the inside of his cheek where his finger comes away with blood, prompting the butcher to sigh quite over dramatically.
The suggestion is met with a hand held up, covered in crumbs of cracker, forcing his way through it to swallow and collect the wine glass to down it, before he finally finds it in him to cough. “Gods, it was so dry.” He whines, exhaling a breath before his tongue starts to prod his cheeks and he snorts. “And I bit my cheek.” Lifting that crumbly hand to his lips, he prods at the inside of his cheek where his finger comes away with blood, prompting the butcher to sigh quite over dramatically.
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
