// and rise with me forever across the silent sand //
Amused warmly by Danta’s repetition of the long forgotten language, Asta’s quite pleased with how well he’s managed to roll his r. Enough that his tail tightens a touch around his leg to prove it while their hands are soaked in butter, plucking the variety of items from the meal to devour in the interim. But between the rich seafood and the butter, he does have to keep in mind how full he’s getting if there’s cobbler to be on the way soon.
But he can’t deny the potato and sausage skewered on the fork that’s offered out to him. So he leans in, snagging it, and happily chews it down between his sharp teeth. It’s the last of it, even if a few pieces remain, because the Butcher’s quite sure if he continues to eat he’ll likely burst before he has a chance to sample something sweet. So he reaches for the clean, moist rags and offers it out to Danta before taking his own to clean up any lingering greasiness that might drive him crazy later. “I think we should order it now, or else I will not have enough room.” He admits with a huff of a laugh, reaching for his wine glass now to take a heavy sip.
Calling the waitress over to order the cobbler, the Butcher then refills their wine glasses and leans a touch closer to the Maverick, his shoulder brushing against his fiance’s. “It may end up being more of your dessert than mine at this rate, darling.”
But he can’t deny the potato and sausage skewered on the fork that’s offered out to him. So he leans in, snagging it, and happily chews it down between his sharp teeth. It’s the last of it, even if a few pieces remain, because the Butcher’s quite sure if he continues to eat he’ll likely burst before he has a chance to sample something sweet. So he reaches for the clean, moist rags and offers it out to Danta before taking his own to clean up any lingering greasiness that might drive him crazy later. “I think we should order it now, or else I will not have enough room.” He admits with a huff of a laugh, reaching for his wine glass now to take a heavy sip.
Calling the waitress over to order the cobbler, the Butcher then refills their wine glasses and leans a touch closer to the Maverick, his shoulder brushing against his fiance’s. “It may end up being more of your dessert than mine at this rate, darling.”
Astaroth
// and the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands //
