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
He’d half expected such, his arm flattening to his side as he follows her up the gangway toward the deck, snorting softly with that same shark tooth smile plastered to his face as he nods. “That is fair.” He hums softly, pleased either way because he’s sure she’s got plenty of good liquor in her room.
He’s silent as she speaks to Spook, flashing the first mate his usual sharp grin before he’s scurrying off and Asta trails after Thal, having zero qualms in watching her crew work on eggshells until they’re confined within the space of her cabin.
Having no problem essentially making himself at home for the next half hour, the butcher’s cane is placed to rest against the doorframe of the cabin, drifting in to claim one of the chairs. “Mm, whiskey or rum sound lovely.” Whichever she’d prefer – she doesn’t have to pull out anything super fancy if she doesn’t want to.
As he settles, his tail sweeps around his leg as he crosses one over the other, leaning back contently to subtly scan her room, taking note of the maps and daggers, plucking one from the desk to admire the sharp edge that glints in the low light. “This is quite beautifully crafted. Wherever did you find this?” He asks, casting his sharp grin up toward her with a raised brow.
He’s silent as she speaks to Spook, flashing the first mate his usual sharp grin before he’s scurrying off and Asta trails after Thal, having zero qualms in watching her crew work on eggshells until they’re confined within the space of her cabin.
Having no problem essentially making himself at home for the next half hour, the butcher’s cane is placed to rest against the doorframe of the cabin, drifting in to claim one of the chairs. “Mm, whiskey or rum sound lovely.” Whichever she’d prefer – she doesn’t have to pull out anything super fancy if she doesn’t want to.
As he settles, his tail sweeps around his leg as he crosses one over the other, leaning back contently to subtly scan her room, taking note of the maps and daggers, plucking one from the desk to admire the sharp edge that glints in the low light. “This is quite beautifully crafted. Wherever did you find this?” He asks, casting his sharp grin up toward her with a raised brow.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
