// with our one foot in the grave //
The Butcher, already laden with a bowl of steaming stew, squints away from the Maverick to peer at the colorful hammock in question as if the realization has just hit him too – to where he looks back at Danta with a soft laugh and a shake of his head. “That is a good question, darling. I would suppose it is because we had not thought of it yet.” He surely didn’t – but it sounded phenomenal to try it.
Busying himself with snagging a few cheeses and fruit and a variety of desserts to his plate for his sweet tooth, he leans in toward Danta with a roguish grin. “Would you like to try it?” He purrs in a conspirator’s voice, tail flicking behind him with mischief flooding through his gaze just before the crackers fall. A bark of a laugh leaves him as he rises back to his full height, admiring the chaos of cracker bits strewn about before Danta’s adhd-ness points to the bell hanging from his belt.
Nodding and shuffling the items in his hands to produce the bell tucked away in his breast pocket, he reveals the glittering and shiny bell with Halo’s aurora’s spread out. “I did, yes.” He bounces his brow before tucking it away again and nudges Danta with his hip to head toward the hammock.
Asta got his bell here: [SE] Unbe-bell-ievable
Busying himself with snagging a few cheeses and fruit and a variety of desserts to his plate for his sweet tooth, he leans in toward Danta with a roguish grin. “Would you like to try it?” He purrs in a conspirator’s voice, tail flicking behind him with mischief flooding through his gaze just before the crackers fall. A bark of a laugh leaves him as he rises back to his full height, admiring the chaos of cracker bits strewn about before Danta’s adhd-ness points to the bell hanging from his belt.
Nodding and shuffling the items in his hands to produce the bell tucked away in his breast pocket, he reveals the glittering and shiny bell with Halo’s aurora’s spread out. “I did, yes.” He bounces his brow before tucking it away again and nudges Danta with his hip to head toward the hammock.
Asta got his bell here: [SE] Unbe-bell-ievable
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
