now i am the violence, i am the sickness
won't accept your silence
won't accept your silence
“Gods no, darling.” The butcher purrs with amusement, tail flicking behind him as he lets his gaze waiver a bit lower and playful. “I love it when they think they have a chance with him. It is part of the fun showing them that they do not.” Bouncing a dark brow with the cheshire grin that spreads across his face, the butcher lets the warm and soft chuckle escape him as they continue to walk.
She laughs at his idea of a code word, the confusion flaring momentarily in the butcher’s face as he hears her answer and barks a laugh of his own. “Oh, no. I meant if we meet up after and he is not wearing his ring.” Asta mumbles before the dawning realization hits him that perhaps he might have gone too far into thinking of the specifics and not just the easiest thing he could do: “I imagine it will be spontaneous. I’ll send you a letter, how does that sound? You’ll certainly be in the top of those who know, darling.” He reassures her, nudging her as he steps past her to take the lead and redirect their trail to follow the speaking squirrel that continues to dive on through, leading them off to somewhere.
She laughs at his idea of a code word, the confusion flaring momentarily in the butcher’s face as he hears her answer and barks a laugh of his own. “Oh, no. I meant if we meet up after and he is not wearing his ring.” Asta mumbles before the dawning realization hits him that perhaps he might have gone too far into thinking of the specifics and not just the easiest thing he could do: “I imagine it will be spontaneous. I’ll send you a letter, how does that sound? You’ll certainly be in the top of those who know, darling.” He reassures her, nudging her as he steps past her to take the lead and redirect their trail to follow the speaking squirrel that continues to dive on through, leading them off to somewhere.
Astaroth
beg me for forgiveness
