so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
“Ah yes, as if I have not harbored plenty of a tan thus far.” The butcher snorts – most of Longheat happening with the butcher’s sleeves rolled up and not nearly as adorned to the neck as he usually is. It leaves for quite a lovely dark hue of his skin. “Haha, I suppose they would not, would they?” He drawls, smirking once Danta lets him start applying the lotion to his arms and shoulders, letting it soak in briefly before Danta’s spinning around to let him drag his hands along his back and spreads it out over the little here and there bumps of his scars.
The butcher isn’t paying attention to the people that pass by, focused on his task of lathering the Maverick with the sunscreen to make sure he doesn’t burn either. “Hmm?” He asks, the spaded tip of his tail flicking in the sunlight coiled around both of them as his dark gaze lifts to meet Danta’s raised brow. “Cute?” He nearly scoffs, snorting and rolling his eyes. “I imagine objectively it is true, but the wording itself is quite irksome.” He murmurs with a sigh, glancing away from his lover to try and spot those that might have gotten the thought into his lover's mind.
The butcher isn’t paying attention to the people that pass by, focused on his task of lathering the Maverick with the sunscreen to make sure he doesn’t burn either. “Hmm?” He asks, the spaded tip of his tail flicking in the sunlight coiled around both of them as his dark gaze lifts to meet Danta’s raised brow. “Cute?” He nearly scoffs, snorting and rolling his eyes. “I imagine objectively it is true, but the wording itself is quite irksome.” He murmurs with a sigh, glancing away from his lover to try and spot those that might have gotten the thought into his lover's mind.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
