// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
The agreement of the knife handle settles in Asta’s mind, already beginning to pick out which portions might be best suited for such an endeavor. He reaches out, fingers trailing along bone and pieces alike, while Niki chooses to take his own perusal. Gesturing to the chair at the table for the young man to take, Asta turns to snag one for himself – lifting it and carrying it over to the table to join him.
Taking a seat while Niki offers out ideas, the butcher sets the handle of his cane against the top of the table – leaning over it as his tail sweeps out in easy strokes behind him. “Gold would be perfect, darling.” The butcher blossoms, plucking a human-looking arm bone from the pile of them scattered, inspecting it for any fragility. “If I were to carve a design into the bulk of this, perhaps you could inlay the design with the gold so it would be smooth?” He asks, tilting his head and handing the portion of bone over to look at the younger man.
Taking a seat while Niki offers out ideas, the butcher sets the handle of his cane against the top of the table – leaning over it as his tail sweeps out in easy strokes behind him. “Gold would be perfect, darling.” The butcher blossoms, plucking a human-looking arm bone from the pile of them scattered, inspecting it for any fragility. “If I were to carve a design into the bulk of this, perhaps you could inlay the design with the gold so it would be smooth?” He asks, tilting his head and handing the portion of bone over to look at the younger man.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
