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
Chuckling a low sound of agreement, the butcher nods toward Thal with that same bright grin he’d had, distracted from any previous difficulties in regards to corvids of any kind. “It never hurts to have a fall back.” He agrees with a playful hum, a twitch of a smirk on his face. However, as she looks to his own grouping, the butcher grins wider and lifts them so that she can see each option. The blood red one with the starburst cut, then the dark grey that looked like it was a poor attempt at quilting. “I did, yes. I imagine he would appreciate these options.” He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, either, satisfied with his gut instinct.
“For myself, I was searching for a waistcoat.” He confirms, before he exhales a small and amused sigh. “I have not seen anything here, admittedly.” Though his features pinch a little in confusion as he thinks about it. “At least, nothing for my normal attire. I am sure Danta would have a field day with options for my security detail.” He sighs a little dramatically, inclining his head toward her to the side as his dark gaze slips from the racks of clothing back toward her with an amused smile.
He wasn’t the biggest fan of the security outfit, but he did know it gave him quite a severe appearance. “It is certainly for the patrons more than myself.” He adds with a slightly wider twitch of his smile. Typically, it was set with clothing with cut outs not unlike this one for Danta, but in a way that revealed the scars on his back, the ones he typically opted to keep hidden. Pair that with a sleek rest of his exterior and an intricate muzzle and yeah, nobody messed up enough to get the butcher involved on those days. And that was nice.
“For myself, I was searching for a waistcoat.” He confirms, before he exhales a small and amused sigh. “I have not seen anything here, admittedly.” Though his features pinch a little in confusion as he thinks about it. “At least, nothing for my normal attire. I am sure Danta would have a field day with options for my security detail.” He sighs a little dramatically, inclining his head toward her to the side as his dark gaze slips from the racks of clothing back toward her with an amused smile.
He wasn’t the biggest fan of the security outfit, but he did know it gave him quite a severe appearance. “It is certainly for the patrons more than myself.” He adds with a slightly wider twitch of his smile. Typically, it was set with clothing with cut outs not unlike this one for Danta, but in a way that revealed the scars on his back, the ones he typically opted to keep hidden. Pair that with a sleek rest of his exterior and an intricate muzzle and yeah, nobody messed up enough to get the butcher involved on those days. And that was nice.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
