// don't you fight my hold on you //
The heat from the fire umbrella will certainly help to dry the rain in her hair, soaked nearly to the bone. “Mm, I suppose not.” The butcher hums with a quiet laugh, slowly drying out himself before he launches into the brief cliff notes of his experience at the Blood Moon festival. His brows lift when she says it’s almost as exciting as hers, though, letting her explain as he listens with a touch too much eagerness.
His head tilts as the grin spreads a touch wider, each sharp tooth on display before a low chuckle leaves him. “You know, that is a type of counter attack I never thought of.” Though the thought is enough to both amuse and disgust him – hilarious in the fact that the butcher would be too stunned to respond immediately, but it would also put him in prime biting territory – which… Would be the direct opposite of what the opponent likely wanted.
“Well, at least it was not all bad.” He inclines his head as the fire umbrella warbles under another breath of rain released upon them. His night could have gone better, but at least he’d brought Danta back from the brink of his anxiety. So, he supposes, his night could have been worse as well.
His question is aired, though, and he notes the way she kicks out her boot from the mud trying to reach for her. “Oh ho, darling, am I ever.” The grin is brighter and a touch more eager – even if he’s certain that he wouldn’t be able to go under cover, unless perhaps he hid his Ancient traits. “Shall I go more incognito?” He asks, dramatically lifting his hand to gesture to himself as he throws up his glamour, his horns and tail vanishing to leave him relatively mundane looking – still recognizable, but less so given the lack of fire obsidian gracing his crown.
His head tilts as the grin spreads a touch wider, each sharp tooth on display before a low chuckle leaves him. “You know, that is a type of counter attack I never thought of.” Though the thought is enough to both amuse and disgust him – hilarious in the fact that the butcher would be too stunned to respond immediately, but it would also put him in prime biting territory – which… Would be the direct opposite of what the opponent likely wanted.
“Well, at least it was not all bad.” He inclines his head as the fire umbrella warbles under another breath of rain released upon them. His night could have gone better, but at least he’d brought Danta back from the brink of his anxiety. So, he supposes, his night could have been worse as well.
His question is aired, though, and he notes the way she kicks out her boot from the mud trying to reach for her. “Oh ho, darling, am I ever.” The grin is brighter and a touch more eager – even if he’s certain that he wouldn’t be able to go under cover, unless perhaps he hid his Ancient traits. “Shall I go more incognito?” He asks, dramatically lifting his hand to gesture to himself as he throws up his glamour, his horns and tail vanishing to leave him relatively mundane looking – still recognizable, but less so given the lack of fire obsidian gracing his crown.
Astaroth
// pour the gasoline, strike your match on me //
