// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
“It was definitely chaotic enough.” The butcher drawls distractedly, sighing a little as he watches the young man with the cart zoom on past. Only able to assume that it’s for those injured in fleeing, the butcher inclines his head toward the Maverick with a small snort. “I assume people did not leave when we did.” Which meant more damage, more injuries, more chaos. But that’s neither here nor there, and as they walk and the butcher feels the sun warm against his face, hair, and horns, he produces a little bone from the pocket of his swim trunks and places it between his teeth just to gnaw on something to get some of the tension out.
Squeezing Danta’s arm as it slips around his, the butcher’s gaze finally pulls back toward his lover’s with the mutter of remorse, and for some reason Asta finds it at least a little bit funny. A low chuckle leaves him as he nods, keeping Danta to his side before he’s guiding him down the next alley on the right, toward a cafe out of the main thoroughfare but close enough to still see some of the chaos in this portion of Haulani. “I believe there is a restaurant over here that we can people watch at?” He suggests, raising a brow toward his lover with a touch of playfulness, masking the slight stress that has his tail flicking back and forth behind him as he thinks about what’s happening back on the beach. "How do you feel about crab?"
Squeezing Danta’s arm as it slips around his, the butcher’s gaze finally pulls back toward his lover’s with the mutter of remorse, and for some reason Asta finds it at least a little bit funny. A low chuckle leaves him as he nods, keeping Danta to his side before he’s guiding him down the next alley on the right, toward a cafe out of the main thoroughfare but close enough to still see some of the chaos in this portion of Haulani. “I believe there is a restaurant over here that we can people watch at?” He suggests, raising a brow toward his lover with a touch of playfulness, masking the slight stress that has his tail flicking back and forth behind him as he thinks about what’s happening back on the beach. "How do you feel about crab?"
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
