They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
“Ack, alas I have been good. And I shall continue to be with your persistent vision ensuring such.” The butcher purrs back playfully, because while yes he’d love nothing more than to sink his teeth into everyone that speaks with Danta, it seems they can tell. So they have kept their distance enough that the butcher hasn’t had to act. And with the promise of bolting home within the fiery deer shift that’s suddenly taken over his soul, well… The butcher’s quite content to try and focus on that rather than the opposite.
So he delves into the kiss with ease and unbidden desire, nuzzling gently as he withdraws when their food arrives. “I was, mm?” He chuckles softly, readjusting the bowl in front of him of the hot, steaming gumbo. Snagging a spoon, he reluctantly releases his hold on Danta’s shoulder in favor for eating their lunch. He eyes his lover sidelong at first, ensuring that he does love the choice he’s made, when the offer to try it is granted.
And he’s charmed, truly, often choosing to let Danta eat as much of his meal as he prefers and not opting to take some from his plate given his history. So he leans in, snagging the bite gently to not harm or wound Danta when the low hum of content escapes him. “Absolutely divine.” He agrees, sitting back a touch from his own half eaten meal to slide his bowl over toward the Maverick in turn. “Please do feel free to indulge, darling.” If he wanted more than one bite – hell, if he wanted to finish it even, the butcher wouldn’t mind.
So he delves into the kiss with ease and unbidden desire, nuzzling gently as he withdraws when their food arrives. “I was, mm?” He chuckles softly, readjusting the bowl in front of him of the hot, steaming gumbo. Snagging a spoon, he reluctantly releases his hold on Danta’s shoulder in favor for eating their lunch. He eyes his lover sidelong at first, ensuring that he does love the choice he’s made, when the offer to try it is granted.
And he’s charmed, truly, often choosing to let Danta eat as much of his meal as he prefers and not opting to take some from his plate given his history. So he leans in, snagging the bite gently to not harm or wound Danta when the low hum of content escapes him. “Absolutely divine.” He agrees, sitting back a touch from his own half eaten meal to slide his bowl over toward the Maverick in turn. “Please do feel free to indulge, darling.” If he wanted more than one bite – hell, if he wanted to finish it even, the butcher wouldn’t mind.
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
