// i get a toothache every time i lie to someone i love //
He’s well versed and very much practiced in getting himself together as quickly as possible. This is no difference — and it’s with the ease of getting put back together and gathering the bags, that the butcher is quite content to follow Danta to the edge of the world, if that’s what he wanted. Thankfully, though, it isn’t. Instead, it’s a promising inn called the Rum & Plunder, one that he spots relatively quickly as they disembark the skyship.
The cool air is much colder than the Torchline nights that he’s gotten used to, and it’s with a slight shiver that races down his spine and has his tail flicking against his heels that he shoves aside the goosebumps that threaten to bloom beneath his shirt. “Sounds like he may have had some stake in the suggestion.” Asta hums thoughtfully, flashing Danta a bright smile of amusement.
It’s the same reason the butcher recommends the Dusklight any chance he gets. It had become a part of him in the time since he’d woken - his new safe haven, even if at the time it had been ran by an enemy. Glancing over at Danta as they walk, though, he’s forever grateful that they’d been able to talk and figure it out. He isn’t sure how he’d be able to navigate this new version of Caido without the Maverick. “It does look lovely.” He comments softly, shifting the bags slightly so that he can bump his arm against Danta’s softly, his smile still vibrant. “Perhaps we can get a room with a lovely view of the Brizo?” And it just might be like being back in Torchline. Like he hadn’t left to go and fight with a voided out ghost in King’s End.
The cool air is much colder than the Torchline nights that he’s gotten used to, and it’s with a slight shiver that races down his spine and has his tail flicking against his heels that he shoves aside the goosebumps that threaten to bloom beneath his shirt. “Sounds like he may have had some stake in the suggestion.” Asta hums thoughtfully, flashing Danta a bright smile of amusement.
It’s the same reason the butcher recommends the Dusklight any chance he gets. It had become a part of him in the time since he’d woken - his new safe haven, even if at the time it had been ran by an enemy. Glancing over at Danta as they walk, though, he’s forever grateful that they’d been able to talk and figure it out. He isn’t sure how he’d be able to navigate this new version of Caido without the Maverick. “It does look lovely.” He comments softly, shifting the bags slightly so that he can bump his arm against Danta’s softly, his smile still vibrant. “Perhaps we can get a room with a lovely view of the Brizo?” And it just might be like being back in Torchline. Like he hadn’t left to go and fight with a voided out ghost in King’s End.
Astaroth
// please just look me in my rotting smile and tell me i'm the only one you think of //
