// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Don’t worry Danta, there will be plenty of attention returning to you shortly once he’s done with his appraisal of this rather lanky, noodle shaped man that clings to Flora’s side. Quietly grateful for the glance Flora offers back, Asta’s smile is just as wide as she offers her own quiet understanding – given how much time in shops and stores they’d spent together, the things they had designed brilliantly.
The drinks, however, take more of his attention – nodding as he gladly snags the dark cherry old fashioned with the sugary sweet ring around the edge. “Ah, Flora, you know us so well. Thank you, darling.” The warm rumble of praise and gratitude slips from his lips, taking a sip from it as his arm slips around Danta’s about the time he feels the Maverick’s hand slip into his back pocket.
The nickname D-Dog has his tail twitching and the smile freezing on his face briefly, before he shakes his head toward Kaisel, his smile sharpening. “Alas he does not.” Though it isn’t as though it bothers him. If anything, it makes him create two more at the very least to huddle around the main smiling horned shadows, as if he harbored far too many ghouls to name each and every one of them.
When it comes to jumping into the water, the butcher’s laugh is a dark warm hum, amused if not surprised at how much he didn’t seem to know about Ancients. “Mm, only if it is heated. I would much rather not become a gargoyle tonight.” His tail slips around Danta’s own in a gentle squeeze, as if asking for help explaining that fun fact, uncertain if he might speak a touch too smartly for Kaisel to keep up.
The drinks, however, take more of his attention – nodding as he gladly snags the dark cherry old fashioned with the sugary sweet ring around the edge. “Ah, Flora, you know us so well. Thank you, darling.” The warm rumble of praise and gratitude slips from his lips, taking a sip from it as his arm slips around Danta’s about the time he feels the Maverick’s hand slip into his back pocket.
The nickname D-Dog has his tail twitching and the smile freezing on his face briefly, before he shakes his head toward Kaisel, his smile sharpening. “Alas he does not.” Though it isn’t as though it bothers him. If anything, it makes him create two more at the very least to huddle around the main smiling horned shadows, as if he harbored far too many ghouls to name each and every one of them.
When it comes to jumping into the water, the butcher’s laugh is a dark warm hum, amused if not surprised at how much he didn’t seem to know about Ancients. “Mm, only if it is heated. I would much rather not become a gargoyle tonight.” His tail slips around Danta’s own in a gentle squeeze, as if asking for help explaining that fun fact, uncertain if he might speak a touch too smartly for Kaisel to keep up.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
