i will never go backwards, i will never be seen
in the wake of disaster ...
in the wake of disaster ...
“Ah, whatever would I do if you did not know me so well, darling?” The butcher muses playfully, letting a soft laugh leave him too as Danta peruses the charcuterie board further down. It’s the perfect timing for him to shove the handful of cherries into his mouth, all sweetness and cherry, pits and stems. The amount he’s filled his mouth with is perhaps a touch too much, but the butcher doesn’t seem to mind.
He chews down deftly in the pile in his mouth, snorting from his nose because it’s impossible for him to talk, but his tail wags with all the amusement of his fyrhund shift like a dog just caught stealing dinner from the table and having zero shame. “Mmhm.” He manages, lips quirking into a small smirk briefly, swallowing a portion of it down until he’s certain he’s got the stems and pits separated.
He reaches out, then, to catch Danta’s attention, twisting to look at someone none the wiser who lingers against the tree. He doesn’t recognize them and doesn’t seem to hang around anyone else that might be somewhat familiar, imagining they’re some bystander of a random region. And looking absolutely inconspicuous, he spits a pit out toward them, watching briefly as it hits their leg with a surprising amount of precision before he turns to Danta before he gets caught.
He chews down deftly in the pile in his mouth, snorting from his nose because it’s impossible for him to talk, but his tail wags with all the amusement of his fyrhund shift like a dog just caught stealing dinner from the table and having zero shame. “Mmhm.” He manages, lips quirking into a small smirk briefly, swallowing a portion of it down until he’s certain he’s got the stems and pits separated.
He reaches out, then, to catch Danta’s attention, twisting to look at someone none the wiser who lingers against the tree. He doesn’t recognize them and doesn’t seem to hang around anyone else that might be somewhat familiar, imagining they’re some bystander of a random region. And looking absolutely inconspicuous, he spits a pit out toward them, watching briefly as it hits their leg with a surprising amount of precision before he turns to Danta before he gets caught.
Astaroth
will you sink down to me?
