Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Snorting to hear Danta’s hiss and a touch surprised there’s no swatting at him for the tease, the butcher settles in easily beside the Maverick as they make their grand arrival. “Oh, I vote throw pillows then bar stools. The perfect explosion of feathers.” All the down and the way they’d float around the Dusklight, sticking to people, food, and drinks alike.
It’s a pretty daydream even as the butcher shoots an apologetic smile toward the bartender for his snapping earlier, releasing Danta once the booth comes upon them and taking a moment to glance over towards those within who’s backs have certainly straightened given their appearance. Satisfied enough for the moment, the butcher doesn’t sit across from the Maverick but instead chooses the same seat, crowding in to let his long legs stretch out beneath the table. “Thank gods for that. Perhaps it is enough to pretend it is not a nightmare out there.” It’s enough for him to not care about, focused instead on the menu as he plucks it up to peruse, long thin fingers spiderwebbing out against the back of it as he scans it.
“Hmm, well, it appears the Flowerbirth menu is in full swing.” He muses, head tilting slightly toward Danta as he murmurs each one of them as he lists them. “Quiches, citrus pastas, salads…” He frowns a touch with the mention of a salad, before he continues. “This honey baked rabbit does not sound bad.” Complete with your choice of sides (of course this was the Dusklight; so if there was anything they wanted that was feasible they likely would get it if they asked. Perks, obviously.
“What do you think, darling?” He asks, turning his full attention back over to Danta as his tail curls around the blondes leg.
It’s a pretty daydream even as the butcher shoots an apologetic smile toward the bartender for his snapping earlier, releasing Danta once the booth comes upon them and taking a moment to glance over towards those within who’s backs have certainly straightened given their appearance. Satisfied enough for the moment, the butcher doesn’t sit across from the Maverick but instead chooses the same seat, crowding in to let his long legs stretch out beneath the table. “Thank gods for that. Perhaps it is enough to pretend it is not a nightmare out there.” It’s enough for him to not care about, focused instead on the menu as he plucks it up to peruse, long thin fingers spiderwebbing out against the back of it as he scans it.
“Hmm, well, it appears the Flowerbirth menu is in full swing.” He muses, head tilting slightly toward Danta as he murmurs each one of them as he lists them. “Quiches, citrus pastas, salads…” He frowns a touch with the mention of a salad, before he continues. “This honey baked rabbit does not sound bad.” Complete with your choice of sides (of course this was the Dusklight; so if there was anything they wanted that was feasible they likely would get it if they asked. Perks, obviously.
“What do you think, darling?” He asks, turning his full attention back over to Danta as his tail curls around the blondes leg.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
