// allow me to introduce myself //
He listens for the Maverick but hears very little from this distance – that and it likely doesn’t help to hear the slow cracks of the wood as it burns under the heat of his green ghoulish flame. The Butcher doesn’t seem to mind, though, settling in to stoke and inject more fire in as needed, only looking up encased in that vibrant green glow when his fiancé returns with quite the dinner option. The scent of blood is minimal, and truth be told, Asta is quite impressed.
“This will be lovely, darling.” He purrs to his fiancé as he’s headbutted, reaching up to run his hands along the molten stripes and fur of his shift as he passes by. His hands glow again as he injects a bit more flame into it to raise it, drying out the ground nearby further. “What a perfect dinner, as well.” He shuffles a little to reach for the doe, appreciative of the minimal marring on its pelt. “What do you think of the fire?” He asks, glancing over at the tiger with a shark-tooth grin.
“This will be lovely, darling.” He purrs to his fiancé as he’s headbutted, reaching up to run his hands along the molten stripes and fur of his shift as he passes by. His hands glow again as he injects a bit more flame into it to raise it, drying out the ground nearby further. “What a perfect dinner, as well.” He shuffles a little to reach for the doe, appreciative of the minimal marring on its pelt. “What do you think of the fire?” He asks, glancing over at the tiger with a shark-tooth grin.
Astaroth
// i'm the one who pulls all the strings, son //
