They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
“Since when have you become the voice of reason, darling?” The butcher asks, playful at first but with an undertone of someone who’s very much not excited about this outing. So not excited, in fact, that he’s glued to the Maverick, as if worried any additional bit of space might cause him to spiral out of control. It’s a sensation the butcher isn’t a fan of, with his comfort melting by the minutes they’re away from their den, but it's also the reason he doesn't verbally promise him, either.
He’s still dressed nicely, albeit more relaxed. A waistcoat is still sported, obviously, but beneath that sits a rather sheer shirt. Dark and with the sleeves carefully rolled up, flat to make the work easy, which only serves to show the silver scarring along his arms from the uses of bloodbane over the years, and the larger ones etched into his wrists from the shackles that kept him held down in the Climb.
His tail sweeps low at his ankles as his dark gaze takes in the area around, scouting for anything out of the ordinary that might cause for alarm, before his attention swings back to Danta, clearing of the paranoia surrounding their environment to melt into glimpses of adoration. “Alright. Unloading supplies. That is… Simple enough.” That he might be able to handle it, even if he’s not totally sure whether or not he will be able to the second he spots another living being speaking to their Theocrat.
What an unfortunate place to be in.
He’s still dressed nicely, albeit more relaxed. A waistcoat is still sported, obviously, but beneath that sits a rather sheer shirt. Dark and with the sleeves carefully rolled up, flat to make the work easy, which only serves to show the silver scarring along his arms from the uses of bloodbane over the years, and the larger ones etched into his wrists from the shackles that kept him held down in the Climb.
His tail sweeps low at his ankles as his dark gaze takes in the area around, scouting for anything out of the ordinary that might cause for alarm, before his attention swings back to Danta, clearing of the paranoia surrounding their environment to melt into glimpses of adoration. “Alright. Unloading supplies. That is… Simple enough.” That he might be able to handle it, even if he’s not totally sure whether or not he will be able to the second he spots another living being speaking to their Theocrat.
What an unfortunate place to be in.
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
