reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
He waits for whatever it is Flora decides for him to do, tail flicking behind him back and forth like a cat ready to pounce once given the instruction. Unfortunately, however, it becomes a smaller and smaller possibility, even as Colt’s snark meets him and Flora’s tone is breezy and bright for how many daggers it harbors within them to chase after Colt’s spine as she steps away.
The butcher only takes one foot forward, each shadow at the ground snapping at Colt’s heels as she steps away and finds the exit on her own, the butcher’s black eyes drift toward the birthday girl with a dip of his muzzled chin for understanding. A glance back up at Mateo briefly with recognition for a face he recognizes but not much else, the butcher takes a deep breath and draws each portion of his haunt back into himself aside from the horns that harbor a few too many tines than normal.
Before he has a chance to slip away, Kaisel’s at his side, asking the two of them what happened and for that the butcher isn’t much inclined to stay away from Danta’s side as he shoots Kaisel a far too toothy grin that might suggest he’s inclined to take a bite out of him, even if his voice is velvet when it leaves his lips. “It has been handled, darling.” He straightens up, runs a hand through his hair and fixes a sleeve that felt like it had started to drop down.
A nod is granted to Sohalia as he steps away, deciding they could all figure it out amongst themselves, unless he’s needed again. But his attention returns to the Maverick behind the bar that he sweeps back behind and snakes his hand around his fiance’s middle, the diamond ring glinting where he keeps his hand very visible. “Did you happen to hear much of that, Wasp?” He asks in a low conspirator's whisper.
The butcher only takes one foot forward, each shadow at the ground snapping at Colt’s heels as she steps away and finds the exit on her own, the butcher’s black eyes drift toward the birthday girl with a dip of his muzzled chin for understanding. A glance back up at Mateo briefly with recognition for a face he recognizes but not much else, the butcher takes a deep breath and draws each portion of his haunt back into himself aside from the horns that harbor a few too many tines than normal.
Before he has a chance to slip away, Kaisel’s at his side, asking the two of them what happened and for that the butcher isn’t much inclined to stay away from Danta’s side as he shoots Kaisel a far too toothy grin that might suggest he’s inclined to take a bite out of him, even if his voice is velvet when it leaves his lips. “It has been handled, darling.” He straightens up, runs a hand through his hair and fixes a sleeve that felt like it had started to drop down.
A nod is granted to Sohalia as he steps away, deciding they could all figure it out amongst themselves, unless he’s needed again. But his attention returns to the Maverick behind the bar that he sweeps back behind and snakes his hand around his fiance’s middle, the diamond ring glinting where he keeps his hand very visible. “Did you happen to hear much of that, Wasp?” He asks in a low conspirator's whisper.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
