// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“It is better to do when it is least expected.” The butcher purrs back to Danta, a soft and amused hum as he continues to have his shadows at his heels while they walk, sipping gently from the drink in his hand. Turning his gaze back toward Kaisel and Flora, it’s to hear that there was in fact a hot tub at the Wilding House – much to the butcher’s relief, and amusement at the idea of needing spirits to find them bathing suits. “Or not sounds particularly ideal.” He hums, squeezing Danta’s hip as if to silently convey don’t you think?
Ah, but Kaisel’s comment of Charlie giving him the idea to talk to Dygra for his next quest captures his interest, his dark gaze surveying the Accepted with curiosity. “Oh, is that so?” Curiosity killed the cat, after all, and the butcher’s quite interested to hear just what Dygra could offer him that the rest of the gods could not (aside from pretty much everything in his humble opinion).
A hmph leaves him immediately after to hear that he could be a towel rack if he keeps this up, the butcher’s laugh is warm and a touch playfully outraged as he swings his attention back to his lover. “You must allocate me more usefulness than a towel rack. Is that all I am to you, my darling?” He drawls, tail sweeping to brush against Danta’s leg as they walk, casting a nod of his chin toward Flora with her mention of what he could be.
“A wine rack at least has some decorum.” It’s a drunken, playful whine. “And I could at the very least be positioned in a main room rather than a bathroom.”
Ah, but Kaisel’s comment of Charlie giving him the idea to talk to Dygra for his next quest captures his interest, his dark gaze surveying the Accepted with curiosity. “Oh, is that so?” Curiosity killed the cat, after all, and the butcher’s quite interested to hear just what Dygra could offer him that the rest of the gods could not (aside from pretty much everything in his humble opinion).
A hmph leaves him immediately after to hear that he could be a towel rack if he keeps this up, the butcher’s laugh is warm and a touch playfully outraged as he swings his attention back to his lover. “You must allocate me more usefulness than a towel rack. Is that all I am to you, my darling?” He drawls, tail sweeping to brush against Danta’s leg as they walk, casting a nod of his chin toward Flora with her mention of what he could be.
“A wine rack at least has some decorum.” It’s a drunken, playful whine. “And I could at the very least be positioned in a main room rather than a bathroom.”
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
