// allow me to introduce myself //
“And I will certainly get a kick out of it.” The butcher promises her, his grin slanting into a playful smirk. She doesn’t seem opposed to it, though, which is a good sign to the Ancient, and he settles in to tighten his warm jacket around him, tucking his face into the scarf that hides half his face – mostly from hiding the grin and amusement that’ll spark from seeing her get into character.
Ah, and then she goes, her staff as a walking stick, a hood hiding her more notable qualities, stealthy and appearing quite old, her voice shaky as she calls out for help. He chuckles softly, tail flicking behind him with the amusement of it. Of course, her actions cause the old man that she’s copying to glance at her sidelong – huffing some annoyance while other, kind hearted souls break from the gawking crowd to go over and offer an arm to her – ignoring the old man (despite how he’d been utterly silent aside from his annoyance, perhaps too stubborn to ask for help).
Ah, and then she goes, her staff as a walking stick, a hood hiding her more notable qualities, stealthy and appearing quite old, her voice shaky as she calls out for help. He chuckles softly, tail flicking behind him with the amusement of it. Of course, her actions cause the old man that she’s copying to glance at her sidelong – huffing some annoyance while other, kind hearted souls break from the gawking crowd to go over and offer an arm to her – ignoring the old man (despite how he’d been utterly silent aside from his annoyance, perhaps too stubborn to ask for help).
Astaroth
// i'm the one who pulls all the strings, son //
