// you've got your finger on the trigger //
He’s nearly lost the Maverick the second he’d barged through the door – trailing after him in a much nicer attire but still lacking his typical overwhelming sense. There is a waistcoat to be seen, but without the shirt or tie that would join it. Paired with the same slate color of pants, the butcher is mostly free of any additional attire – the scars on his chest, something he’d otherwise cover, are visible through the V of the vest. Because he is on vacation, after all.
Finally finding Danta through the crowd once he’d downed two shots already, he’s quite behind his lover when he snags a shot from a server passing by them. He downs it as his other hand finds the small of Danta’s back, careful to not destroy whatever it was Danta had deigned to wear that day. “You look stunning, darling!” He calls out to Flora over the crowd, sharp grin on display, one that surprisingly doesn’t falter with Maea’s presence, but allocates him a moment to completely ignore her otherwise as he snags another shot to try and catch up.
Finally finding Danta through the crowd once he’d downed two shots already, he’s quite behind his lover when he snags a shot from a server passing by them. He downs it as his other hand finds the small of Danta’s back, careful to not destroy whatever it was Danta had deigned to wear that day. “You look stunning, darling!” He calls out to Flora over the crowd, sharp grin on display, one that surprisingly doesn’t falter with Maea’s presence, but allocates him a moment to completely ignore her otherwise as he snags another shot to try and catch up.
Astaroth
// but your trigger finger's mine //
