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
“Mm, a shame. The last time you made a deal with me it worked out in your favor, if memory serves.” He touts a little proudly, tilting his head into Danta’s touch ever so slightly, accepting the agreement for what it was. It still got him the result he wanted, so he can’t really complain that much.
The tea begins to steep and he gladly takes the antler cookie once Danta’s taken a bite out of it, smirking slightly as if to say impatience is unbecoming. Either way, he takes the cookie and leans in toward Danta to take the bite of the cookie, relishing in the sweetness that floods his tongue from teeth that carve through the cookie with absolute and utmost ease. “Ooh,” he pauses once he’s swallowed down a bite. “If it does not, perhaps we could make a fuss for a refund.” He suggests, head tilting slightly to butt his head against Danta’s own disheveled blonde. There’s no horns to worry about with his glamour still up, which leads to the playful gentle obnoxious attention the butcher provides.
“Perhaps the shower curtain has spiders and webs all over it.” He muses in return. It seemed fitting enough to have all kinds of spooky things everywhere.
The tea begins to steep and he gladly takes the antler cookie once Danta’s taken a bite out of it, smirking slightly as if to say impatience is unbecoming. Either way, he takes the cookie and leans in toward Danta to take the bite of the cookie, relishing in the sweetness that floods his tongue from teeth that carve through the cookie with absolute and utmost ease. “Ooh,” he pauses once he’s swallowed down a bite. “If it does not, perhaps we could make a fuss for a refund.” He suggests, head tilting slightly to butt his head against Danta’s own disheveled blonde. There’s no horns to worry about with his glamour still up, which leads to the playful gentle obnoxious attention the butcher provides.
“Perhaps the shower curtain has spiders and webs all over it.” He muses in return. It seemed fitting enough to have all kinds of spooky things everywhere.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
