// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Making a face about the blushberries, the butcher keeps it in mind to leave those promptly on the menu and nowhere near him - echoing Danta’s sentiments for whether or not they should be banned for the night with a low hum of a chuckle, sipping from his second drink once Danta’s clinked his against his.
Their own night hadn’t gone quite as well either - the feelings out in the open was relieving, for sure, but absolutely mortifying at the same time. And he’s fairly confident he’d nearly eaten Danta that night. A thought that subconsciously has him running his wrist against the top of the table, spinning the crow charm there idly in a small tic for movement.
His dark gaze slips toward Danta even as he smirks slightly, for once willing to indulge, much to both Flora and Danta’s own surprise - he’s sure - but something about being on vacation brings out a different side of the antlered Ancient. A less caring, more fun variant. “Danta is right, Flora darling.” Comes the soft hum, his arm remaining around Danta’s shoulder even as his fingertips reach out to brush against Flora’s shoulder, his tail brushing up a bit closer to Flora’s knee. At least for now, the two of them can make sure she doesn’t feel alone at her own party. "Also, I am sure I can think of a few people in attendance who might find themselves jealous if that is an angle you are seeking." He touts in that little gossipy tone, gaze drifting toward Danta with a raise of his brow, mischief alight in his honey dark eyes.
Their own night hadn’t gone quite as well either - the feelings out in the open was relieving, for sure, but absolutely mortifying at the same time. And he’s fairly confident he’d nearly eaten Danta that night. A thought that subconsciously has him running his wrist against the top of the table, spinning the crow charm there idly in a small tic for movement.
His dark gaze slips toward Danta even as he smirks slightly, for once willing to indulge, much to both Flora and Danta’s own surprise - he’s sure - but something about being on vacation brings out a different side of the antlered Ancient. A less caring, more fun variant. “Danta is right, Flora darling.” Comes the soft hum, his arm remaining around Danta’s shoulder even as his fingertips reach out to brush against Flora’s shoulder, his tail brushing up a bit closer to Flora’s knee. At least for now, the two of them can make sure she doesn’t feel alone at her own party. "Also, I am sure I can think of a few people in attendance who might find themselves jealous if that is an angle you are seeking." He touts in that little gossipy tone, gaze drifting toward Danta with a raise of his brow, mischief alight in his honey dark eyes.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
