// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
Luckily for Kaisel, whether it was sarcasm or the man meant it, Astaroth doesn’t care one way or another. He was still here, taking a seat like the good soldier he is, with that curious package with playing fyrhunds and the butcher can certainly put two and two together. After all, he’s the only fyrhund in this building at the moment.
He turns his dark gaze onto Kaiden as he begins to speak, even as the shots arrive, and it takes everything in him to rein in the haunt that wishes to play across his features — which means his smiling gang of shadows dance around behind him and watch with equal curiosity.
He hadn’t expected such a flagrant, full on apology, though he won’t complain to hear it. And as for taking his strawberry stained clothing to the cleaners as part of the apology has him chuckling softly, a bit warmly. He might be more upset if he and Danta hadn’t worked it out after, but for now things were good and he’d promised Danta he’d make the space a reminder of the good to outweigh the bad.
“Thank you for the apology.” He hums, reaching out to take the gift and slide it closer to him so he can slide the layered shot toward Kaisel — a peanut butter whiskey with a line of red on top of a strawberry simple syrup. An ode to the drink the butcher wore the other day. “As for the clothes, I have already taken care of getting them cleaned.” A casual shrug as he snags his shot of whiskey, layered with something sweet like maple syrup, while his other hand toys with a piece of the wrapping paper that’s lifting. “Perhaps rather than being my errand boy, you may consider making a deal with me? A favor, you see. Not for right this moment but if there comes a time and I need something, I could call on you to assist?” He looks back to Kaisel as his tail flicks behind him, an almost expectant gleam to his gaze as if he can’t imagine the young man would do anything but agree.
He turns his dark gaze onto Kaiden as he begins to speak, even as the shots arrive, and it takes everything in him to rein in the haunt that wishes to play across his features — which means his smiling gang of shadows dance around behind him and watch with equal curiosity.
He hadn’t expected such a flagrant, full on apology, though he won’t complain to hear it. And as for taking his strawberry stained clothing to the cleaners as part of the apology has him chuckling softly, a bit warmly. He might be more upset if he and Danta hadn’t worked it out after, but for now things were good and he’d promised Danta he’d make the space a reminder of the good to outweigh the bad.
“Thank you for the apology.” He hums, reaching out to take the gift and slide it closer to him so he can slide the layered shot toward Kaisel — a peanut butter whiskey with a line of red on top of a strawberry simple syrup. An ode to the drink the butcher wore the other day. “As for the clothes, I have already taken care of getting them cleaned.” A casual shrug as he snags his shot of whiskey, layered with something sweet like maple syrup, while his other hand toys with a piece of the wrapping paper that’s lifting. “Perhaps rather than being my errand boy, you may consider making a deal with me? A favor, you see. Not for right this moment but if there comes a time and I need something, I could call on you to assist?” He looks back to Kaisel as his tail flicks behind him, an almost expectant gleam to his gaze as if he can’t imagine the young man would do anything but agree.
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
