my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
He’d certainly aimed not to disappoint, so hearing the confirmation only makes his smile bloom brighter. The feel of Danta’s tail as it brushes against his calf again sparking more warmth and adoration into the bright smile. It lingers even as their present mystery appears to be more confirmation than anything else, not that Asta would complain either. And so he chuckles softly, inclining his head, chin tilting down ever so slightly. “That simply means it is more fun when they overstep.” And get to receive their punishment, obviously. If the writing was on the wall and they still chose to disobey it, well… That’s their own fault.
The food arrives, though, and the butcher straightens up with how he’s sitting – peering at the silverware that’s paired with their dishes. It smells phenomenal and looks just as beautiful too. And if this were a time and place where cameras existed, you bet your ass the butcher would’ve taken a photo of their meal before devouring into it.
But before they can even get that far, the butcher holds up the two separate forks that came with their meals, appraising each one and their tines to explain it to Danta. “Alright, darling. This one here is your traditional table fork. You can use this for the majority of your meal.” Pointing out the sleek, four tined fork, he sets it down to lift the three pronged fork paired with it. “This one is for fish.” Setting it down to pull up the last fork they’d been given, similar to the table fork but with a wider scalloped look. “And this one is for salads. It is rounder on the back than the table fork.” He gestures to the scalloped nature of the backside of the fork where the tines widen out with a finger and a sharp smile.
The food arrives, though, and the butcher straightens up with how he’s sitting – peering at the silverware that’s paired with their dishes. It smells phenomenal and looks just as beautiful too. And if this were a time and place where cameras existed, you bet your ass the butcher would’ve taken a photo of their meal before devouring into it.
But before they can even get that far, the butcher holds up the two separate forks that came with their meals, appraising each one and their tines to explain it to Danta. “Alright, darling. This one here is your traditional table fork. You can use this for the majority of your meal.” Pointing out the sleek, four tined fork, he sets it down to lift the three pronged fork paired with it. “This one is for fish.” Setting it down to pull up the last fork they’d been given, similar to the table fork but with a wider scalloped look. “And this one is for salads. It is rounder on the back than the table fork.” He gestures to the scalloped nature of the backside of the fork where the tines widen out with a finger and a sharp smile.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
