// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
“You have a deal, darling.” Asta whispers back with mischief lingering in his tone. An attempt to try and keep everything light and easy, of course, one that the butcher thinks he’s succeeded with as they slip into the warmth and deliciously sweet scents of the bakery. He manages a smile to the owner, one that edges toward a little too sharp, but ultimately he remains silent to let Danta do the majority of the ordering all with his arm still around him.
To the small table where they’ll go to sit captures Asta’s attention, the order is precisely everything the butcher had hoped for – never one to say no to all of the sweet options but realizing that Danta likely would get a sugar high to rival his. And perhaps that’s the point – hadn’t he craved sweets after he’d used his haunt on Kaisel? It’s a curious trend that the butcher starts to note but keeps to himself.
Humming a note of agreement, the butcher does guide them through – swift and easily past all the tables even if it seems like his smile retains that menacing sharpness, only letting Danta go the second they reach the table. Letting him sit, he snags the chair opposite of the table to set it beside the Maverick’s own, choosing to sit as close to him as possible – backs to the wall just so he can keep an eye on the rest of the bakery from a good vantage point. “It always amazes me how lovely it smells in here.” He says idly, settling in the seat as his tail wraps around Danta’s chair leg protectively. “The orange slices are a nice addition, by the way.” He hums, letting his dark gaze flit to his fiancé where they soften from the sharpness they'd had since stepping foot in here.
To the small table where they’ll go to sit captures Asta’s attention, the order is precisely everything the butcher had hoped for – never one to say no to all of the sweet options but realizing that Danta likely would get a sugar high to rival his. And perhaps that’s the point – hadn’t he craved sweets after he’d used his haunt on Kaisel? It’s a curious trend that the butcher starts to note but keeps to himself.
Humming a note of agreement, the butcher does guide them through – swift and easily past all the tables even if it seems like his smile retains that menacing sharpness, only letting Danta go the second they reach the table. Letting him sit, he snags the chair opposite of the table to set it beside the Maverick’s own, choosing to sit as close to him as possible – backs to the wall just so he can keep an eye on the rest of the bakery from a good vantage point. “It always amazes me how lovely it smells in here.” He says idly, settling in the seat as his tail wraps around Danta’s chair leg protectively. “The orange slices are a nice addition, by the way.” He hums, letting his dark gaze flit to his fiancé where they soften from the sharpness they'd had since stepping foot in here.
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
