// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
He sees it the moment that his compliment and praise affects the soldier. The way the warmth soaks in and the acceptance comes almost immediately. It’s always easy to do when there’s an inflation of compliments, something that Asta knows all too well (it works on him too). So when the younger man practically preens, Asta’s grin grows brighter and sharper. “Precisely, darling. You never know when you may require one.”
And then Kaisel is agreeing to the modification, one that the butcher had figured was the reasoning — and truth be told, if he wanted someone dead he had much better ways to go about it than to use Flora’s boyfriend. So he nods to the gratitude of the clarification, before he’s reaching out to claim Kaisel’s hand for the deal they’ve struck. “Lovely.” He practically purrs, tail sweeping back and forth with delight, his hand hot to the touch but not in a way that hurts as he shakes his hand decisively.
Then, withdrawing, he turns back to the gift box with the playing fyrhunds. “Besides, the Blood Moon is known for making those in attendance have some impulsive thoughts. Aaaand, I may have overreacted with the haunt.” He pauses, cracking open the wrapping paper with precision as if he wants to keep the paper to show Danta later. “How did you find my puppet show?” He asks, glancing sidelong at the soldier as his shadows crowd around the top of the bar as if they too wish to inspect the gift brought.
And then Kaisel is agreeing to the modification, one that the butcher had figured was the reasoning — and truth be told, if he wanted someone dead he had much better ways to go about it than to use Flora’s boyfriend. So he nods to the gratitude of the clarification, before he’s reaching out to claim Kaisel’s hand for the deal they’ve struck. “Lovely.” He practically purrs, tail sweeping back and forth with delight, his hand hot to the touch but not in a way that hurts as he shakes his hand decisively.
Then, withdrawing, he turns back to the gift box with the playing fyrhunds. “Besides, the Blood Moon is known for making those in attendance have some impulsive thoughts. Aaaand, I may have overreacted with the haunt.” He pauses, cracking open the wrapping paper with precision as if he wants to keep the paper to show Danta later. “How did you find my puppet show?” He asks, glancing sidelong at the soldier as his shadows crowd around the top of the bar as if they too wish to inspect the gift brought.
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
