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
“Is that so?” He asks in regards to the sour cherry daiquiri, and as he sets up their little shaded spot on the beach, the butcher pauses enough to gladly take a test sip of the tart creation the Maverick had asked for. And honestly? He puckers, swallowing it down as quickly as he can with a face that’s scrunched up as if he’s either in pain or just very truly dislikes the way the caverns of his mouth have begun to sweat from the sourness that aches in his jaw.
Handing it back and just about to get precisely into the horrors of it - his face remains as garish and mortified as he watches Danta splash his face with the liquid from the flask, his tail whipping behind him and casting barely a shadow with how fast it moves. “Wh—” The butcher pauses as Danta peers up at him without the redness of their brawl earlier, exhaling his surprise in a laugh that’s a little too high pitched.
He feels his heartbeat thunder in his neck as he sinks in under the shade with Danta, nose wrinkling as he aims to angle himself as far away from the dreadful daiquiri as possible before snagging the flask. “It is terrible, but I am happy you like it.” He offers, briefly, before splashing his face with the flask as well, before his tongue prods where his lip had been split.
Handing it back and just about to get precisely into the horrors of it - his face remains as garish and mortified as he watches Danta splash his face with the liquid from the flask, his tail whipping behind him and casting barely a shadow with how fast it moves. “Wh—” The butcher pauses as Danta peers up at him without the redness of their brawl earlier, exhaling his surprise in a laugh that’s a little too high pitched.
He feels his heartbeat thunder in his neck as he sinks in under the shade with Danta, nose wrinkling as he aims to angle himself as far away from the dreadful daiquiri as possible before snagging the flask. “It is terrible, but I am happy you like it.” He offers, briefly, before splashing his face with the flask as well, before his tongue prods where his lip had been split.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
