// allow me to introduce myself //
It was only aimed to be a quick jaunt – which is good, considering the amount of exhaustion that lingers in his bones and the biting cold that makes it worse. Thick, fur lined gloves keep the cold temperature away from turning his fingertips grey, but it’s clear he’s slow and sluggish as he steps along the Falling in the Skyport. A bag in hand, perusing the wares of last minute merchants trying to make a little bit more money in case visitors had forgotten something.
He gives into it, perusing them all until a familiar shock of red blooms in his peripheral and the butcher steps away from the wares to drift over to the Firecracker and flash a bright, sharp smile of greeting to the captain. “Good afternoon, Melita.” He calls, wondering what she’s here for if anything.
He gives into it, perusing them all until a familiar shock of red blooms in his peripheral and the butcher steps away from the wares to drift over to the Firecracker and flash a bright, sharp smile of greeting to the captain. “Good afternoon, Melita.” He calls, wondering what she’s here for if anything.
Astaroth
// i'm the one who pulls all the strings, son //
