// allow me to introduce myself //
Both of them portraying two people in conversation, as though they’re being pulled away to look at the scene that unfolds with the Karen that begins to lose her shit. It’s with very well practiced motions that the butcher’s brows rise, making the shadows continue to spark and bark, a show of imitating her shrieking freak out whether or not it was at the shadows or not.”Thank you.” Comes the low rumble of gratitude to Melita, pretending as he watches the Karen that they aren’t the source of her struggle as she continues to shriek.
Oh, but it’s nothing compared to Melita’s addition – in such a lovely display of chaos that sends the Karen into a full on melt down as bright rubber ducks begin to plink against her head, picking one up to look at before she starts screaming louder, growing more demanding and so red in the face that the butcher’s fairly certain she’s popped a blood vessel or two.
He hides his laughter in his sleeve and scarf, pulling his gaze away to not give her a reason to come marching over toward the two of them. "That is brilliant, darling."
Oh, but it’s nothing compared to Melita’s addition – in such a lovely display of chaos that sends the Karen into a full on melt down as bright rubber ducks begin to plink against her head, picking one up to look at before she starts screaming louder, growing more demanding and so red in the face that the butcher’s fairly certain she’s popped a blood vessel or two.
He hides his laughter in his sleeve and scarf, pulling his gaze away to not give her a reason to come marching over toward the two of them. "That is brilliant, darling."
Astaroth
// i'm the one who pulls all the strings, son //
