// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
“The Hanging Tree?” The butcher nearly purrs the sound, peering down at Danta with his shark tooth grin. He leans in, though, as if debating whether or not it might be up his alley despite his dramatic flare, when he nods a short and little bob of his head. “I would love nothing more, darling.” His tail sweeps beneath the table, the flat spaded end pressing against Danta’s calf gently. He punctuates his answer with a kiss, but it’s short as the arrival of food, and he settles in as he glances over to see his lover’s eyes widen like saucers.
They both sit up, the butcher straightening his shirt - not like it will matter much given the mess Danta’s definitely going to make. At any rate, the butcher realizes how hungry he is, and its without a passing glance to the drama that’s still happening on the main road that he settles in, snagging a plate to place the shells and setting it in between the blonde and himself if only so he doesn’t end up with shells in his lap. “I appreciate your early apology.” He hums, snorting gently, and waiting as Danta dives in, already preparing himself to dodge slightly when the butter and crab shells start flying.
As for himself? He goes for the lobster first, snagging the tail to crack it and snag the flesh from the inside, only wincing slightly the first time the butter drips down his long fingers onto his wrist.
They both sit up, the butcher straightening his shirt - not like it will matter much given the mess Danta’s definitely going to make. At any rate, the butcher realizes how hungry he is, and its without a passing glance to the drama that’s still happening on the main road that he settles in, snagging a plate to place the shells and setting it in between the blonde and himself if only so he doesn’t end up with shells in his lap. “I appreciate your early apology.” He hums, snorting gently, and waiting as Danta dives in, already preparing himself to dodge slightly when the butter and crab shells start flying.
As for himself? He goes for the lobster first, snagging the tail to crack it and snag the flesh from the inside, only wincing slightly the first time the butter drips down his long fingers onto his wrist.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
