reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
“It is a bit gaudy, of course, but I suppose that is Frey for you, no?” The butcher drawls as he guides Danta toward the Rainbow Road, as if he hadn’t purposefully guided them toward here, Unsure if the Maverick has ever been, there is a purpose of which the butcher has taken them here – and no, it isn’t just to shit talk Frey for a brief moment in their color choices. “Anyway, I have been here once before and it reminded me of your horns.”
As if suddenly realizing he might have assumed they were gaudy based on his previous conversation, the butcher’s head swings to Danta sharply, enough that the sunglasses slide down his nose as he chuckles. “Not in a bad way, of course, I love your horns. This is just… Much to be inundated with.” The backtracking is so sharp it’s a wonder the butcher doesn’t trip with how much he aims to retreat from the statement, snickering for the blunder he’s made.
Because he knows Danta will run with it regardless.
As if suddenly realizing he might have assumed they were gaudy based on his previous conversation, the butcher’s head swings to Danta sharply, enough that the sunglasses slide down his nose as he chuckles. “Not in a bad way, of course, I love your horns. This is just… Much to be inundated with.” The backtracking is so sharp it’s a wonder the butcher doesn’t trip with how much he aims to retreat from the statement, snickering for the blunder he’s made.
Because he knows Danta will run with it regardless.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
