you see right through the lies in my eyes, and it's all underneath
if you take the time to scratch the surface,
if you take the time to scratch the surface,
Blinking a bit before agreeing with a nod of his head (similarly to both? Both is good), the butcher flashes a brighter smile and a low chuckle to hear the poem come together. Content with the result, despite how it isn’t his own, he’s glad to have helped when the conversation shifts.
Admittedly a little put off to hear that there hadn’t been any in sight so far, his hands rest easily on his cane as he shifts his weight and the ashen hue of his tail flits against his heels as his gaze drifts toward the Honeybee’s companions. “Quite a variety of unique teas, actually. Everything from tooth-aching sweet to spicy. It is not often to have so many options available.” He doesn’t know if she drinks tea, but it might be worth a look if she’s curious at all.
Just like he is certainly interested in the library she points out, glancing over to try and glimpse toward the Undercroft curiously before a horrible static overcomes him and he hisses out his displeasure. Hearing his name on the odd waves of vibration really grinds against him and his smile turns toward a glower, like a baring of his sharp teeth toward the open air.
The mention of bite has his snarkiness coming full front and center, however, and a muscle ticks in his jaw. “I have plenty more when it comes to bite.” Most notably those in his mouth. But it does little at this present moment when the buzz is gone and Astaroth is very much back on edge, tail whipping like an enraged feline.
Admittedly a little put off to hear that there hadn’t been any in sight so far, his hands rest easily on his cane as he shifts his weight and the ashen hue of his tail flits against his heels as his gaze drifts toward the Honeybee’s companions. “Quite a variety of unique teas, actually. Everything from tooth-aching sweet to spicy. It is not often to have so many options available.” He doesn’t know if she drinks tea, but it might be worth a look if she’s curious at all.
Just like he is certainly interested in the library she points out, glancing over to try and glimpse toward the Undercroft curiously before a horrible static overcomes him and he hisses out his displeasure. Hearing his name on the odd waves of vibration really grinds against him and his smile turns toward a glower, like a baring of his sharp teeth toward the open air.
The mention of bite has his snarkiness coming full front and center, however, and a muscle ticks in his jaw. “I have plenty more when it comes to bite.” Most notably those in his mouth. But it does little at this present moment when the buzz is gone and Astaroth is very much back on edge, tail whipping like an enraged feline.
Astaroth
i'll show you where the hurt is
