// smile like you mean it //
How could he forget it? It’s cemented now, even as the butcher drifts down the beach in search of the conch shells. “Mm, it’s different with Danta.” He explains, because unfortunately, they’d both fallen in love before his dates with Flora, they had just been too stubborn to admit it until everything reached a breaking point.
Ah, but then he’s found the conch shell and he remains crouched there as he hoists it up for her to come and look at. Giving it over easily, his tail coils on the ground, the ashen tip flicking some sand up as his dark gaze looks up at her for once. Figuring she likely appreciated the rare opportunity, he remains, sinking down onto his knees in the sand to get a bit more comfortable.
Her question, though, sparks a low chuckle and a roll of his eyes. “Courting, obviously.” He scoffs like it was common knowledge. “Multitudes of days spent with one another shopping or eating at a cafe, or wandering through a park or field.” He lists off a few before his horned head tilts toward her. “And with my preference of not being touched, it made sense to me. However, there are a select few who are allowed without losing a finger.” Flashing a wink up at her and the show of his too sharp teeth in a playful grin of mischief, the butcher hopes she knows she is one of the rare few. “Anyway, you are young and I am sure you have dabbled, so you can imagine the confusion.”
He’d been surprised with the kiss on the first date, let alone everything else when he’d bit Flora and had the panic after she’d vanished via teleport of whether or not she was even alive after.
Ah, but then he’s found the conch shell and he remains crouched there as he hoists it up for her to come and look at. Giving it over easily, his tail coils on the ground, the ashen tip flicking some sand up as his dark gaze looks up at her for once. Figuring she likely appreciated the rare opportunity, he remains, sinking down onto his knees in the sand to get a bit more comfortable.
Her question, though, sparks a low chuckle and a roll of his eyes. “Courting, obviously.” He scoffs like it was common knowledge. “Multitudes of days spent with one another shopping or eating at a cafe, or wandering through a park or field.” He lists off a few before his horned head tilts toward her. “And with my preference of not being touched, it made sense to me. However, there are a select few who are allowed without losing a finger.” Flashing a wink up at her and the show of his too sharp teeth in a playful grin of mischief, the butcher hopes she knows she is one of the rare few. “Anyway, you are young and I am sure you have dabbled, so you can imagine the confusion.”
He’d been surprised with the kiss on the first date, let alone everything else when he’d bit Flora and had the panic after she’d vanished via teleport of whether or not she was even alive after.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
