and you'll wake up all alone, on an old beat-down dirt country road
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
“Good eye.” He hums his appreciation, steps already carrying them over toward the table in question. The area is shaded and away from the bulk of the music, keeping it relatively private for all kinds of lurking and people watching while also being able to talk, and most importantly, relax.
Slipping into the booth, he tugs Danta in against him, setting his drink down onto the table and take a slow sip from it to prevent a brain freeze from blooming, then noses his way into Danta’s tousled blond. It’s a subtle gesture, just as he had done for him earlier, a check in to see how he’s doing.
After all, it had been the first time they’d indulged in such an endeavor, and with his own concerns aired over the hunt they’ve planned for the morning, it’s his turn to see just how Danta’s doing when he has him all to himself.
Slipping into the booth, he tugs Danta in against him, setting his drink down onto the table and take a slow sip from it to prevent a brain freeze from blooming, then noses his way into Danta’s tousled blond. It’s a subtle gesture, just as he had done for him earlier, a check in to see how he’s doing.
After all, it had been the first time they’d indulged in such an endeavor, and with his own concerns aired over the hunt they’ve planned for the morning, it’s his turn to see just how Danta’s doing when he has him all to himself.
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
