Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
“That could be.” Asta hums as he pokes another piece of roasted vegetable to shred with his sharp teeth – glancing over at the Maverick as he mentions that the cook will stay on their good side, chuckling slightly at the idea. “He would taste divine though, I am sure.” Given how much he focused on his work and ensured each meal was of perfect quality.
Ah, but with the mention of dessert, the butcher’s shadows shift and shiver lightly, his gaze all but devouring the Maverick as he offers his proposition. “Lovely.” He purrs, taking a sip of his cocktail and then aims to catch the waiter’s eye. Once he does and he makes their dessert order, the butcher settles back in with his arm around the Maverick, content to spend the rest of the evening curling into him and eating his fill of whatever chocolate monstrosity he’s picked.
- FIN
Ah, but with the mention of dessert, the butcher’s shadows shift and shiver lightly, his gaze all but devouring the Maverick as he offers his proposition. “Lovely.” He purrs, taking a sip of his cocktail and then aims to catch the waiter’s eye. Once he does and he makes their dessert order, the butcher settles back in with his arm around the Maverick, content to spend the rest of the evening curling into him and eating his fill of whatever chocolate monstrosity he’s picked.
- FIN
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
