run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
“I do not know, either.” He admits with a snort, shaking his head slightly when they settle back in for the plan they’re making. “Mm, and us to recover from your birthday gift.” Because while it wouldn’t be tiring in the way that the past couple of weeks have been, the butcher knows that the hunts tend to take a lot out of the both of them – though likely nothing like the events that Charlie likely both has and had planned for today. “I think it sounds lovely, though.” He agrees warmly – all before he makes the playful withdrawal.
Spying the shift to the bright grin, he can’t hide the rumble of a laugh that leaves him when Danta jabs him in the ribs. He bends a little with it, rolling onto his back with a snort. “I suppose you are.” He murmurs, as if unwilling to let him get all the credit. But when he shifts and rolls over on him, the butcher relaxes immediately and wraps his arms around the blonde Ancient, keeping him close as he nuzzles his nose back into his.
That same charming grin remains on his face, sharp and playful. “Oh? Did you now?” He asks, leading and guiding as if to fill his ego – continuing to pry some of that normalcy to an otherwise unusual evening.
Spying the shift to the bright grin, he can’t hide the rumble of a laugh that leaves him when Danta jabs him in the ribs. He bends a little with it, rolling onto his back with a snort. “I suppose you are.” He murmurs, as if unwilling to let him get all the credit. But when he shifts and rolls over on him, the butcher relaxes immediately and wraps his arms around the blonde Ancient, keeping him close as he nuzzles his nose back into his.
That same charming grin remains on his face, sharp and playful. “Oh? Did you now?” He asks, leading and guiding as if to fill his ego – continuing to pry some of that normalcy to an otherwise unusual evening.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
