They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
“I loathe the day.” The butcher whines, dramatically even as the laugh bubbles as an undercurrent. Because while yes, he’s very much aware that his libido leaves much to be desired for the Maverick when he’s his usual state, but given how he’s felt since the start of Leafchange, it’s certainly made it impossible to see how life was like before.
Still, as Danta laughs and they load up the carts, he blinks over at him with the squeeze to his shoulder, his smile softening a touch as he nods. “Mm, unfortunately.” He drawls - a few more hours of having to put up with everyone simultaneously being too close and somehow not close enough to get rid of the tension thrumming under his skin, the butcher’s left to exert his energy in stacking box upon box until they’re done and Danta’s wiping his hands off. The butcher pats the side of the crate to signify they’re finished, easily sweeping his arm and tail around his lover to keep him close with the suggestion that they go and grab lunch and drinks.
Nodding contently, he noses his way in to press a kiss to his temple. “I will be scouting for any of those terrible void spiders, in case you were wondering.” He doesn’t hate spiders, if anything the butcher finds them fascinating. But the Void touched wine spiders were a certain breed of awful that the butcher would rather keep at as far of a distance as possible.
Still, as Danta laughs and they load up the carts, he blinks over at him with the squeeze to his shoulder, his smile softening a touch as he nods. “Mm, unfortunately.” He drawls - a few more hours of having to put up with everyone simultaneously being too close and somehow not close enough to get rid of the tension thrumming under his skin, the butcher’s left to exert his energy in stacking box upon box until they’re done and Danta’s wiping his hands off. The butcher pats the side of the crate to signify they’re finished, easily sweeping his arm and tail around his lover to keep him close with the suggestion that they go and grab lunch and drinks.
Nodding contently, he noses his way in to press a kiss to his temple. “I will be scouting for any of those terrible void spiders, in case you were wondering.” He doesn’t hate spiders, if anything the butcher finds them fascinating. But the Void touched wine spiders were a certain breed of awful that the butcher would rather keep at as far of a distance as possible.
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
