// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
A swell of excitement and content escapes the butcher as Danta launches forward to snatch up the lizard. He backs him up with the hiss of flame, and between the fire and teeth that have threatened it, the butcher watches as it goes running over the dune, back into hiding, likely to take care of its own wounds. The butcher blasts a ball of flame after it, an additional flare of stay the fuck away in the action before he retreats.
With both of them shifting back to lug the crate back to join the rest of them, he ensures that Danta’s returned most of the glittering nails he’d collected on the way there. Right in time to hear Flora’s call, turning toward her with his blood pumping a touch harder from the start of the fight.
Acknowledging that they’d be back later that week, the butcher shoots Flora a sharp grin at the mention of mango pastries. “We can’t have that, darling.” He trills to her, already stepping away with Danta toward the tables, taking a drink for the trouble that’s downed too fast and at the very least two pastries (the one that Danta plucks so he doesn’t offend her, but will certainly be devoured by the butcher and his sweet tooth after).
Sunjata, meanwhile, flinches briefly away from the light as it erupts the beach around them - glad he’s been doing his best to avoid looking at Ronin because he’s certain he’d be blind by now. Instead, he focuses on keeping his water magic at the ready, lashing it out after the smite in order to take down the stragglers that remain. It’s enough to leave them free from being harassed by the avians, and with that he glances back over at Niki to make sure he’s alright as they rework the perimeter lines, ensuring it’s perfect by the time Flora calls them.
He steps over, carefully avoiding getting anywhere near Remi or Ronin, his steps sure in the sand as he snags a pastry and devours it swiftly before snagging a drink, leaving an offer to Niki to join him if he wanted to while they were all here. Whether or not the abandoned does or doesn’t, he’ll slip away to enjoy the few days in Torchline’s heat until they return.
It’s the end of the week and Asta and Danta have certainly turned it into a mini vacation, with a hint of a tan blooming on both of their skins and an equally relaxed demeanor (still on edge, given the season), they return to the stretch of the perimeter and crates they’d checked before. His arm is wound around Danta’s middle as they await instruction while the butcher’s tail flicks behind him in a twitchy kind of motion as if a bit stressed.
Sunjata returns, too, his own skin darkened by the tan as he steps up and flashes a smile toward Danta and Asta which only earns him what he can assume to be an Ancient’s type of growl in response, before he sticks to himself and looks over at Flora to await her instruction.
Asta and Danta take pastries when they leave and return at the end of the week ready for more work!
Sunjata also takes a pastry, offers to hang out with Niki after, and returns to work some more!
With both of them shifting back to lug the crate back to join the rest of them, he ensures that Danta’s returned most of the glittering nails he’d collected on the way there. Right in time to hear Flora’s call, turning toward her with his blood pumping a touch harder from the start of the fight.
Acknowledging that they’d be back later that week, the butcher shoots Flora a sharp grin at the mention of mango pastries. “We can’t have that, darling.” He trills to her, already stepping away with Danta toward the tables, taking a drink for the trouble that’s downed too fast and at the very least two pastries (the one that Danta plucks so he doesn’t offend her, but will certainly be devoured by the butcher and his sweet tooth after).
Sunjata, meanwhile, flinches briefly away from the light as it erupts the beach around them - glad he’s been doing his best to avoid looking at Ronin because he’s certain he’d be blind by now. Instead, he focuses on keeping his water magic at the ready, lashing it out after the smite in order to take down the stragglers that remain. It’s enough to leave them free from being harassed by the avians, and with that he glances back over at Niki to make sure he’s alright as they rework the perimeter lines, ensuring it’s perfect by the time Flora calls them.
He steps over, carefully avoiding getting anywhere near Remi or Ronin, his steps sure in the sand as he snags a pastry and devours it swiftly before snagging a drink, leaving an offer to Niki to join him if he wanted to while they were all here. Whether or not the abandoned does or doesn’t, he’ll slip away to enjoy the few days in Torchline’s heat until they return.
It’s the end of the week and Asta and Danta have certainly turned it into a mini vacation, with a hint of a tan blooming on both of their skins and an equally relaxed demeanor (still on edge, given the season), they return to the stretch of the perimeter and crates they’d checked before. His arm is wound around Danta’s middle as they await instruction while the butcher’s tail flicks behind him in a twitchy kind of motion as if a bit stressed.
Sunjata returns, too, his own skin darkened by the tan as he steps up and flashes a smile toward Danta and Asta which only earns him what he can assume to be an Ancient’s type of growl in response, before he sticks to himself and looks over at Flora to await her instruction.
Asta and Danta take pastries when they leave and return at the end of the week ready for more work!
Sunjata also takes a pastry, offers to hang out with Niki after, and returns to work some more!
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
