Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Shooting a grin over at Danta to hear him complain about the word battles the butcher often indulges in, he chuckles softly to hear the threat of making it fireproof. “Mm, I do love a challenge.” He purrs playfully, watching as he tugs the sleeves up so it’s oversized sweater chic before he busies himself searching for something similar.
Not realizing the implications of it, he scans Danta’s face as he takes in the shirt – pausing to glance down at it in a touch of confusion. Looking back at the Maverick to spy the open mouth and the blank look in his gaze, he tilts his head slightly as he goes to lower the shirt right as Danta covers the wording with both of his hands, pressing back against his chest in the process. “Ha, alright.” Not really sure why, but fully adoring the idea of Danta throwing things at anyone that looks at him, he gives up the shirt to be stuffed away for later and waits patiently for the next option.
It's gauzy and dark, with the glinting matching green along the collar and sleeves has him humming immediate approval. “Lovely, darling.” Taking it, he slips it on, each arm slipping into the sleeve before he buttons it up almost all of the way – leaving a portion of his scarred chest on display if only so the chest isn’t so tight around his sore shoulders. “For what it is worth, I would love to see you throw things at people.” He smirks over his shoulder, snagging a dark pair of trousers to slip on.
Not realizing the implications of it, he scans Danta’s face as he takes in the shirt – pausing to glance down at it in a touch of confusion. Looking back at the Maverick to spy the open mouth and the blank look in his gaze, he tilts his head slightly as he goes to lower the shirt right as Danta covers the wording with both of his hands, pressing back against his chest in the process. “Ha, alright.” Not really sure why, but fully adoring the idea of Danta throwing things at anyone that looks at him, he gives up the shirt to be stuffed away for later and waits patiently for the next option.
It's gauzy and dark, with the glinting matching green along the collar and sleeves has him humming immediate approval. “Lovely, darling.” Taking it, he slips it on, each arm slipping into the sleeve before he buttons it up almost all of the way – leaving a portion of his scarred chest on display if only so the chest isn’t so tight around his sore shoulders. “For what it is worth, I would love to see you throw things at people.” He smirks over his shoulder, snagging a dark pair of trousers to slip on.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
