They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
“Gods, I would. You are correct.” He laments, the dramatic drawl sighing out of him more akin to a hiss than an actual sigh. So he’ll do his best to keep his teeth to himself, but he can’t promise that the cadence of his step won’t harbor the underlining of violence. Feeling the brush of his lover’s hand on his sleeve, peeling his gaze over from the deckhand that waves at them upon their approach. “It is. Do you like it?” He hums, flashing his too sharp smile over at the Maverick before they’re forced to part.
And it grates, even though the lingering press of Danta’s tail against his leg lingers despite their distance. He puts his frustration into the work, snagging box after box to load up. “Ah, and so you are keeping me in the dark to ensure I have a reward? Is that it, darling?” He calls back as they pass one another, the butcher snagging another box as his tail continues to flick against his heels with the underlining irritation.
And it grates, even though the lingering press of Danta’s tail against his leg lingers despite their distance. He puts his frustration into the work, snagging box after box to load up. “Ah, and so you are keeping me in the dark to ensure I have a reward? Is that it, darling?” He calls back as they pass one another, the butcher snagging another box as his tail continues to flick against his heels with the underlining irritation.
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
