// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“It is the wrong season for ice cream, unless we were in the Climb. In which, it would melt before there would be a chance to enjoy it.” Asta murmurs, letting the delight cross his features shortly after as the waitress arrives to take their orders and brings pastries to their table.
He snags one of them almost immediately when the waitress leaves, keeping his other hand close enough to Danta’s casual touch that his fingertips can extend and brush against the Maverick’s own in a quick fleeting touch.
But it’s the boyish laugh that blooms and snags all of his attention, the pastry half torn into as his dark gaze focuses on his lover, snorting a little. “I did not mean it as if we were children, darling. I meant it as if I did not wish to inconvenience them by making such requests.” He drawls in a tone that screams obviously, before he lets the soft chuckle escape him. “It is an option, however.” Leaning forward suddenly toward the Maverick, his gaze glitters with that streak of murderous playfulness when he drops his tone to speak solely amongst them. “I do not imagine they would take kindly to the idea of blood infused chocolate, however.” So no, not whatever request he wanted, huh? At any rate, the butcher’s petulant enough to stick his tongue out at his lover with a so there air to it.
He snags one of them almost immediately when the waitress leaves, keeping his other hand close enough to Danta’s casual touch that his fingertips can extend and brush against the Maverick’s own in a quick fleeting touch.
But it’s the boyish laugh that blooms and snags all of his attention, the pastry half torn into as his dark gaze focuses on his lover, snorting a little. “I did not mean it as if we were children, darling. I meant it as if I did not wish to inconvenience them by making such requests.” He drawls in a tone that screams obviously, before he lets the soft chuckle escape him. “It is an option, however.” Leaning forward suddenly toward the Maverick, his gaze glitters with that streak of murderous playfulness when he drops his tone to speak solely amongst them. “I do not imagine they would take kindly to the idea of blood infused chocolate, however.” So no, not whatever request he wanted, huh? At any rate, the butcher’s petulant enough to stick his tongue out at his lover with a so there air to it.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
