[ME] [SE] don't go bacon my heart

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

“No you won’t.” The butcher hums confidently, though his amusement is evident when he shakes his head and guides them toward the barbeque, waving to those that had greeted them in the process of their arrival. Releasing his lover in favor for snagging a plate to top it off with a few of the ribs as Danta had done, a burger accompanies it, as well as one of those mahi mahi’s he’d seen someone bring. Once he’s satisfied with his own assortment, the butcher follows Danta’s gesture toward the patch of sunlight, sinking down into a chair directly beside the Maverick, his ashen tipped tail curling to rest by his legs as he settles.

Already snagging one of the ribs to devour, his sharp teeth make quick work of it, scanning the crowd before looking back toward Danta with an amused twitch of his lips. “You still do know more than I do.” He murmurs. “Perks of being a leader, no?” He asks, because obviously aside from Danta’s charisma, being a leader put him in plenty of opportunities to meet and greet with a lot of people.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line