// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
“Precisely.” Asta purrs with all the confidence and appreciation that his artwork of this particular design was understandable enough to know it encapsulated himself and his partner, something that he knows at the very least would not have been a possibility if it weren’t for that braided bracelet that’s on his arm, hidden beneath the cuff of his shirt. “Thank you, Niki, darling.” Completely content to take the appreciation and approval from the younger man, the butcher steps away – his smiling shadow trailing after him.
He drifts toward the table in question – the bones scattered about. His hand rests on the edge of the table, nearer to a smudge of ash from the pipe not far from where the bones sit. “I have not decided yet. I am debating whether to craft a knife handle or if I should use most of this collection for another chime.” Gesturing to the finger bones and the bird skulls, the butcher’s head tilts as he tries to think. “I am in the mind of collaboration, if you had any ideas?” Turning to look back at Niki, he steps to the side, offering him a chance to look out and see the variety of items at their disposal.
He drifts toward the table in question – the bones scattered about. His hand rests on the edge of the table, nearer to a smudge of ash from the pipe not far from where the bones sit. “I have not decided yet. I am debating whether to craft a knife handle or if I should use most of this collection for another chime.” Gesturing to the finger bones and the bird skulls, the butcher’s head tilts as he tries to think. “I am in the mind of collaboration, if you had any ideas?” Turning to look back at Niki, he steps to the side, offering him a chance to look out and see the variety of items at their disposal.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
