// smile like you mean it //
He hears her call out to him moments before he spots her against the backdrop of Apopo. Not that the butcher would complain any if she did sneak up on him – he’d probably wonder how she’d managed it, but for the moment he’s quite content to divert his course to let his long strides guide him toward her.
They meet part way and the butcher follows where she points, scanning the shells he can see dotting the surface. “A conch shell, correct? Intact?” He asks, cocking his gaze toward her as they begin to look, as his wingtip shoes poke and prod at a clam shell poking up from the sand. Not at all what they needed.
Luckily his attention is dragged away by her voice, his horned head immediately swinging toward her with a low chuckle. “Did it?” He pries not at all subtly, his lips quirking into a small smirk. “Do not keep me in suspense, darling.” Comes the playful whine, the dramatic flick of his tail, just short of pressing the back of his hand to his forehead in exasperation.
No, instead the butcher continues to look for the shell in question.
They meet part way and the butcher follows where she points, scanning the shells he can see dotting the surface. “A conch shell, correct? Intact?” He asks, cocking his gaze toward her as they begin to look, as his wingtip shoes poke and prod at a clam shell poking up from the sand. Not at all what they needed.
Luckily his attention is dragged away by her voice, his horned head immediately swinging toward her with a low chuckle. “Did it?” He pries not at all subtly, his lips quirking into a small smirk. “Do not keep me in suspense, darling.” Comes the playful whine, the dramatic flick of his tail, just short of pressing the back of his hand to his forehead in exasperation.
No, instead the butcher continues to look for the shell in question.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
