// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The nudge is responded to with a slight huff of his own annoyance, working on finishing the soup if only to shut himself up. He’d much prefer to talk about the strange man with the deer fetish, but all those thoughts have vanished with the news of the pale ancient running around again. Thoughts that drown out the fact he’s rather quickly devoured his bowl of soup, depositing it beside Danta’s when the Maverick speaks again.
That is a lighter subject at least, and he shivers a fraction against the cold breeze that slips under the tent of the pop up stand. Such that his tail winds around Danta’s leg when he slides in, seeking warmth while his good side presses into Danta a little more to share some of that warmth. “I did know that, yes. I have already been to the tailors to have our attire made.” He’s quite proud of it too, and he chooses to think about those thoughts rather than the others.
But another chill courses down his spine and he huffs a cloudy breath as he nods – nose wrinkling and squeezing Danta’s arm from where it’s snuck in against his own. “Gods, please. I despise Deepfrost.” He whines, twisting just enough to knock Danta a little off balance, to press a soft kiss to his temple before he releases him to begin closing up the stand.
That is a lighter subject at least, and he shivers a fraction against the cold breeze that slips under the tent of the pop up stand. Such that his tail winds around Danta’s leg when he slides in, seeking warmth while his good side presses into Danta a little more to share some of that warmth. “I did know that, yes. I have already been to the tailors to have our attire made.” He’s quite proud of it too, and he chooses to think about those thoughts rather than the others.
But another chill courses down his spine and he huffs a cloudy breath as he nods – nose wrinkling and squeezing Danta’s arm from where it’s snuck in against his own. “Gods, please. I despise Deepfrost.” He whines, twisting just enough to knock Danta a little off balance, to press a soft kiss to his temple before he releases him to begin closing up the stand.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
