Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
“Mm, well, I did ask how much you preferred it before I destroyed it. You gave me a nonanswer, darling.” He purrs with a smirk, straightening up to step over to Danta to collect the green sweater only to stop short with a huffed laugh of surprise when Danta’s head pops through the neckline. Surprise coats his face briefly before he tames it, forcing himself to step over to search through their clothes for something that may match but might be more of Danta’s style – because obviously that’s what they’re doing now, right?
Humming a note of agreement to Danta’s question, he snags a shirt that has some green writing on it. “Black, green, golds, silvers, whites. What did you have in mind?” He lists off the color palette before he’s holding up the shirt he’d snagged to his chest, looking at Danta to see what his thoughts are. The shirt itself is one that would cling to skin, with green writing spanning the chest that says DADDY in all caps – not that the butcher fully understands the reference. “Is this yours?” Because he’s fairly confident it isn’t his. Though where Danta would wear it, he doesn't know.
Humming a note of agreement to Danta’s question, he snags a shirt that has some green writing on it. “Black, green, golds, silvers, whites. What did you have in mind?” He lists off the color palette before he’s holding up the shirt he’d snagged to his chest, looking at Danta to see what his thoughts are. The shirt itself is one that would cling to skin, with green writing spanning the chest that says DADDY in all caps – not that the butcher fully understands the reference. “Is this yours?” Because he’s fairly confident it isn’t his. Though where Danta would wear it, he doesn't know.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
