and you'll wake up all alone, on an old beat-down dirt country road
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
The smile lines etched into his face are at quite odds with being familiar with the rugged glower they speak of, and they both know it. So the butcher laughs softly, feeling himself warm up to the distraction offered from the Captain and the surrounding plaza and its own shenanigans. It’s a vast difference from the last few days spent in the Climb, at least.
Tilting his dark gaze back toward her to hear her response, his eyes widen a fraction before he lets a truly amused chuckle escape him, grinning that too sharp grin at the captain with amusement. Of course, it’s at the time the clinking bag has disappeared, so any in earshot nearby might assume that she’d just told him a hilarious joke. “Oh, you.” He trills, his accent a touch thicker before he resets himself.
It’s a seamless join into the crowds, the butcher carving a path for himself and the captain at his side. “Mm, about the same.” He laments, before he inclines his horned head toward her. “I was hoping, at least to appease the discomforting voice, that I may be able to find a new waistcoat. And perhaps a gift for Danta for putting up with me.” He snorts, rolling his good shoulder in a slight shrug. “Is there anything you were hoping to find? My treat.” She could keep the treasure she’d found and he gets to enact his love of gift giving.
Tilting his dark gaze back toward her to hear her response, his eyes widen a fraction before he lets a truly amused chuckle escape him, grinning that too sharp grin at the captain with amusement. Of course, it’s at the time the clinking bag has disappeared, so any in earshot nearby might assume that she’d just told him a hilarious joke. “Oh, you.” He trills, his accent a touch thicker before he resets himself.
It’s a seamless join into the crowds, the butcher carving a path for himself and the captain at his side. “Mm, about the same.” He laments, before he inclines his horned head toward her. “I was hoping, at least to appease the discomforting voice, that I may be able to find a new waistcoat. And perhaps a gift for Danta for putting up with me.” He snorts, rolling his good shoulder in a slight shrug. “Is there anything you were hoping to find? My treat.” She could keep the treasure she’d found and he gets to enact his love of gift giving.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
