[SE] love you 'til I rust

Astaroth

// but if you think I'm misery,

Fireproof does not meet shred proof – but that’s something they will just have to deal with at a later date. For now, he’s too swept up in the reaction he receives for such an appearingly mundane shirt that the butcher happily takes note of where it’s been stuffed (obviously for later), so he can finish getting the newly chosen shirt over his head and to blot out the bruises, alongside dark pants and dark shoes to match. He doesn’t decorate himself with the silver jewelry he often did if he dressed up like this, but he does slip on a belt with a silver buckle in lieu for it.

Straightening to feel the Maverick’s fingers trail up his spine to his neck, he shoots a shark-toothed grin over at the Theocrat with a knowing glimpse of mischief in his gaze. “Who are you to deny me, darling?” He wonders with amusement, lips quirking before he sweeps his arm around his middle, ushering lightly toward the door with the promise of dinner in the air, his tail sweeping out with idle flicks of contentment. "What makes a not heavy item to throw here, mm?" The prospect of ruining the raging party downstairs was admittedly something he’s a touch too interested in – even as they start the descent down into the hustle and bustle of it. And even still, he doesn’t let his hold of Danta go, because as far as he’s concerned, he isn’t working. Not unless something big happens.

then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //