// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
To hear the hello, the little shadow rises a touch higher and flashes a brighter smile – a hollow little space allowing for the sharp shadowy teeth to sit as it waves back. Asta, in the meantime, casts a glance over at it with a small snort and a shake of his head.
Focusing instead on the cider as it arrives, a warm hum of gratitude is extended to the waiter – the hot cider cradled between his hands not at all fearful of the burn of the steam that arises from the heat of the cup as he lifts it to take a sip, letting his dark gaze linger on Niki once more. “Oh no, this is rather tame if you can believe it.” The hum trills from his lips with a laugh that softens a moment after.
Setting the cup back down and keeping it in between his hands to warm away the rest of the chill in his fingers that thankfully haven’t turned a shade of grey from the trek back here, the butcher nods. “It does.” Confirmation over whether or not security in a brothel would keep him busy. But his brows shoot up, his head tilting slightly – a gesture mirrored by the shadow that watches Niki playfully. “Oh, no, darling. They shall manage themselves. I am still technically on vacation, after all.” He winks to the necromancer, the wrinkles of his crows feet deepening with the motion before he’s offering another solution – almost as if he can sense the fact that Niki is well out of his element in the devilish propriety of a brothel.
“Which means I have a perfectly open schedule to show you the trinkets I have made.” The butcher straightens up, tail flicking by the edge of the booth – the ashen tip seen here and there in a flash by the edge of the table. “It will also provide some.. mm, privacy, from the main floor?” Which if his guess of why Niki was definitely not looking at the waiter and his scandalous clothing was any indicator, might be a necessary break.
Focusing instead on the cider as it arrives, a warm hum of gratitude is extended to the waiter – the hot cider cradled between his hands not at all fearful of the burn of the steam that arises from the heat of the cup as he lifts it to take a sip, letting his dark gaze linger on Niki once more. “Oh no, this is rather tame if you can believe it.” The hum trills from his lips with a laugh that softens a moment after.
Setting the cup back down and keeping it in between his hands to warm away the rest of the chill in his fingers that thankfully haven’t turned a shade of grey from the trek back here, the butcher nods. “It does.” Confirmation over whether or not security in a brothel would keep him busy. But his brows shoot up, his head tilting slightly – a gesture mirrored by the shadow that watches Niki playfully. “Oh, no, darling. They shall manage themselves. I am still technically on vacation, after all.” He winks to the necromancer, the wrinkles of his crows feet deepening with the motion before he’s offering another solution – almost as if he can sense the fact that Niki is well out of his element in the devilish propriety of a brothel.
“Which means I have a perfectly open schedule to show you the trinkets I have made.” The butcher straightens up, tail flicking by the edge of the booth – the ashen tip seen here and there in a flash by the edge of the table. “It will also provide some.. mm, privacy, from the main floor?” Which if his guess of why Niki was definitely not looking at the waiter and his scandalous clothing was any indicator, might be a necessary break.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
