// allow me to introduce myself //
Watching with amusement and charm as his fiancé flops next to the green flame and kicks out his massive paws toward the flame, the Butcher encourages some of the fire to curve out, wrapping around each paw in an affectionate twirl. It fades away in a whisp of smoke as Asta returns his focus to the doe in question, admiring it before he reaches for his butcher’s tools.
He carves through it with expertise, skinning it first to keep the hardly marred pelt, murmuring a quiet appreciation of it before he starts to carve into the doe itself, looking up just in time for Danta to return and offer his chaotic company while he starts to separate the pieces out – sure that the Dusklight wouldn’t mind having more options for food if he and Danta didn’t devour all of it.
So it’s with quiet, one sided murmurings and conversations, that Asta separates the pieces of the doe and the pelt, cooks whatever they intend to devour and shares easily between himself and the Maverick, trying to see just what portions of the doe he can get the tiger to tear into for this lovely night out.
- FIN
He carves through it with expertise, skinning it first to keep the hardly marred pelt, murmuring a quiet appreciation of it before he starts to carve into the doe itself, looking up just in time for Danta to return and offer his chaotic company while he starts to separate the pieces out – sure that the Dusklight wouldn’t mind having more options for food if he and Danta didn’t devour all of it.
So it’s with quiet, one sided murmurings and conversations, that Asta separates the pieces of the doe and the pelt, cooks whatever they intend to devour and shares easily between himself and the Maverick, trying to see just what portions of the doe he can get the tiger to tear into for this lovely night out.
- FIN
Astaroth
// i'm the one who pulls all the strings, son //
