// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
The nothing too important has him humming a little somberly, as if he’d been hoping Danta had some other juicy gossip to share even as his head tips forward. He indulges his fiancé even more, fingers massaging away at the knots and tension lingering in his neck with careful strokes against the blonde strands there too. His tail twitches with a quiet bit of delight to hear the belated mumble, however, and the confusion isn’t seen across his face as much as it’s felt with the distracted movement of his fingers now.
“Inspiration, mm?” He considers it, even the fact that the man had asked for them to be inspiration – and truthfully, it’s a better alternative for him than Danta and someone else at the present moment, which is a shade of his leftover Leafchange attitude. “I am not entirely opposed. Do you think he is the type to offer his own opinion during the act?” He snorts, not knowing who the person is just yet and assuming it was some kind of young up and coming author of something raunchy. “What is his name?”
“Inspiration, mm?” He considers it, even the fact that the man had asked for them to be inspiration – and truthfully, it’s a better alternative for him than Danta and someone else at the present moment, which is a shade of his leftover Leafchange attitude. “I am not entirely opposed. Do you think he is the type to offer his own opinion during the act?” He snorts, not knowing who the person is just yet and assuming it was some kind of young up and coming author of something raunchy. “What is his name?”
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
