// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
A curve of pride sharpens the butcher’s smile at Flora’s tease – because they were very incendiary at all times should the moment call for it – but settles contently to devour the pineapple like it was nothing but butter. His gaze also follows Flora’s and Danta’s, spotting Kaisel with the blonde wig slightly askew still, relishing the touch to his knee, before he’s chuckling softly to hear the Maverick’s idea of what a dragoon was. “Could very well be.” He offers his agreement, setting the rind of the pineapple down before he downs a few more sips of his pina colada – just shy of getting a brain freeze for his trouble.
It gives him the time to look back to the Doubletake, leaning in to hear the secrets so close that he squishes Danta again in the process, his chest pressing against the Maverick’s shoulder while his tail weaves beneath the table, brushing against Danta’s leg before the spaded tip brushes against Flora’s leg in turn. “We would not want for you to catch fire, darling.” Comes the softer hum and the sharp grin as he props his bearded cheek up on his fist, focusing on Flora and ignoring Vesper as he drops off the next cocktail. “However, I will never complain if you wish to continue to grace us with your radiating presence.”
It gives him the time to look back to the Doubletake, leaning in to hear the secrets so close that he squishes Danta again in the process, his chest pressing against the Maverick’s shoulder while his tail weaves beneath the table, brushing against Danta’s leg before the spaded tip brushes against Flora’s leg in turn. “We would not want for you to catch fire, darling.” Comes the softer hum and the sharp grin as he props his bearded cheek up on his fist, focusing on Flora and ignoring Vesper as he drops off the next cocktail. “However, I will never complain if you wish to continue to grace us with your radiating presence.”
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
