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
“Oh, and for what purpose might you wish to have a little doll of myself?” The butcher asks, though he can guess. A few different results that are far different than simply dressing it up with random and different outfits for each passing day to watch from the bar like he might be able to come through the doll into real life.
He sips from the tea with a low hum of agreement that greets him, making a mental note of all of the things the butcher and the Maverick need to do before they could leave. He plucks another piece of the shortbread designs, this one a rune shape, that he dunks into his sweet tea, indulging the sip more so after he devours the portion of cookie. “Mm, did they?” He asks, tilting his head to look at Danta fully, trying to read whether or not the tea finally has dragged him into a space of trying to sleep.
Not that he can blame Danta for wanting to avoid it. “Perhaps I need to offer more stimulating conversation if I am boring you.” He tilts his head, offering the suggestion out with a glint of amusement as he leans back into Danta’s space.
He sips from the tea with a low hum of agreement that greets him, making a mental note of all of the things the butcher and the Maverick need to do before they could leave. He plucks another piece of the shortbread designs, this one a rune shape, that he dunks into his sweet tea, indulging the sip more so after he devours the portion of cookie. “Mm, did they?” He asks, tilting his head to look at Danta fully, trying to read whether or not the tea finally has dragged him into a space of trying to sleep.
Not that he can blame Danta for wanting to avoid it. “Perhaps I need to offer more stimulating conversation if I am boring you.” He tilts his head, offering the suggestion out with a glint of amusement as he leans back into Danta’s space.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
