They say I'm a dangerous man, better run fast as you can
“If ever?” The butcher very nearly whispers, casting a truly surprised look over at her as she bites her lower lip, fluttering her lashes at him. The smile that crosses his face next is a touch wider, more thrilled for the prospect of it with an audience, especially given that it’d be Flora’s first. “It tends to be a relatively… mm, reverent affair for me.” Comes the easy admission, the squeeze of her arm as he tilts his horned head toward her with that same smile sticking to his face. “And it has been a little while since I have sated it.” The bloodlust, that is, and as the butcher considers a little bit further, he looks over at her with a hint of mischief. “If we take a left at the junction up ahead it can delve us further into the woods if you would like an immediate observation. It would put a pause on drinks, unfortunately.” But with the edge of violence still blooming in his skin, he’s more than happy to take the detour if she wants to.
When it comes to reputation and the rage room, however, the butcher nods. It was all temporary, and while he isn’t exactly in the mindset of devouring anyone within it, he’s happy to linger with the thoughts of delving into the more violent affairs of just how far he could push himself. Even if it meant succumbing only temporarily.
Her surprise is met with that same husky, low hum of a laugh as he shrugs a shoulder, bumping against her briefly with the movement as his tail returns to brushing against her legs with each step. “I would say it is about the same for me. For Danta, however, I believe it is more fun.” But he hasn’t asked, and Danta hasn’t been able to say too much about it with the exhaustion the butcher puts him through again and again. So to that, the smile he slants her way is playfully apologetic, the equivalent of a sarcastic oops.
When it comes to reputation and the rage room, however, the butcher nods. It was all temporary, and while he isn’t exactly in the mindset of devouring anyone within it, he’s happy to linger with the thoughts of delving into the more violent affairs of just how far he could push himself. Even if it meant succumbing only temporarily.
Her surprise is met with that same husky, low hum of a laugh as he shrugs a shoulder, bumping against her briefly with the movement as his tail returns to brushing against her legs with each step. “I would say it is about the same for me. For Danta, however, I believe it is more fun.” But he hasn’t asked, and Danta hasn’t been able to say too much about it with the exhaustion the butcher puts him through again and again. So to that, the smile he slants her way is playfully apologetic, the equivalent of a sarcastic oops.
Astaroth
Don't you look back, every bone in my body's bad
