// and rise with me forever across the silent sand //
Amusement flickers in the Butcher’s gaze, warm sultry charm spreading through the dark hues as Danta cleans the rest of the crab from his fingers. “Later, darling.” Asta purrs softly, just for the Maverick’s ears as he shifts slightly to snag the sausage they can split. And it prompts the curiosity of whether or not they should try to make some kind of venison like this.
The idea of it being carved in front of them has Asta’s gaze brightening in mischief and curiosity too, smirking slightly. “Any rarity available.. Perhaps a variety of cuts can go around and be carved as requested?” He muses, (he’s thinking of a Brazilian steakhouse, to be honest). “It should take away the competition of it all.” That way they wouldn’t have a chance to complain to each other about getting the best cut.
As they draw quiet again and Danta seems warmer and more himself, Asta also starts to relax. He takes a few moments to devour some of it himself, ignoring the way the butter drips down his wrist. He snags one of the lobster tails now, cracking through it and snagging the small thin knife to slice through the underside to pull it out and splits it to dip half of it into the spiced melted butter then goes to hand it to Danta with a bouncing brow, silent and quietly relieved he's relaxing.
The idea of it being carved in front of them has Asta’s gaze brightening in mischief and curiosity too, smirking slightly. “Any rarity available.. Perhaps a variety of cuts can go around and be carved as requested?” He muses, (he’s thinking of a Brazilian steakhouse, to be honest). “It should take away the competition of it all.” That way they wouldn’t have a chance to complain to each other about getting the best cut.
As they draw quiet again and Danta seems warmer and more himself, Asta also starts to relax. He takes a few moments to devour some of it himself, ignoring the way the butter drips down his wrist. He snags one of the lobster tails now, cracking through it and snagging the small thin knife to slice through the underside to pull it out and splits it to dip half of it into the spiced melted butter then goes to hand it to Danta with a bouncing brow, silent and quietly relieved he's relaxing.
Astaroth
// and the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands //
