// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Perhaps he is small.” The butcher smirks as he offers his whisper, his hand coming up between them to gesture a certain appendage’s short length before he’s letting a bit of his own chaos leave him in not letting Danta know his next move. He tries to corral him back toward the hot tub, though, tail sweeping low and a touch jerky each time a shiver runs down his spine.
With the agreement, however, they part and it gives Asta enough time to slip out of his shoes and the rest of his clothes, too. All scars on display and shadows continuing to trail him like a long cape, the butcher sinks into the hot tub with his own rumble of relief. It boosts the heat into his body, reinvigorating muscles that had begun to tighten from the chill of Torchline.
“Gods, it was.” He hums as he finally settles into the side against the bench, his tail sweeping out under the water to slip around Danta’s leg. Sunk down enough that the ends of his long hair start to wick up the warm water, he draws silent to see if he can hear anything happening from the rest of their group that notably still hasn't joined them.
With the agreement, however, they part and it gives Asta enough time to slip out of his shoes and the rest of his clothes, too. All scars on display and shadows continuing to trail him like a long cape, the butcher sinks into the hot tub with his own rumble of relief. It boosts the heat into his body, reinvigorating muscles that had begun to tighten from the chill of Torchline.
“Gods, it was.” He hums as he finally settles into the side against the bench, his tail sweeping out under the water to slip around Danta’s leg. Sunk down enough that the ends of his long hair start to wick up the warm water, he draws silent to see if he can hear anything happening from the rest of their group that notably still hasn't joined them.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
