[PQ] [SE] when the party's over

there's an angel on your story and a demon in your bed
feels a bit surreal, feeling bad, don't feel it yet

Happy to trot along after them, he remains in that shift until they reach the interior of Thal’s home. Because at least by then he can set the badger down where indicated and shift back into himself, keeping the blood and sticky purple additions from getting onto his clothes. Shifting back, he brushes the dark strands of hair from his face and tucks them back behind his horns, taking a moment to look around the room with clear delight and intrigue. “Ah, you truly have made it yours. It is lovely, Thal.” Comes the bright smile, the appreciation of how it screams her but is separate from the ship he’d been on once before.

Letting his gaze flit toward her curiously as the bottle is offered, his smile grows a touch softer and fonder as well. “Thank you, darling.” And he nearly comments on the fact that he’s pleased the lessons have worked – as she appears to have zero difficulty speaking anymore. So as to not take full credit, but at least a little bit, the butcher inspects the bottle with appreciation before the glass is handed to him.

The bloody rim is a brilliant touch, and the butcher takes a sip in agreement with Danta’s compliments, relishing the taste of the Torchline liquor with the addition of the iron tang of the blood before he digs into the badger as well – finding the complimentary taste to be wonderful with the mixture of the sweet berries amongst the raw flesh. "This is quite divine." He hums once he's swallowed his bite, finding himself incredibly content with the day so far.

Astaroth

it's a roulette kinda deal, black and red is what you get

Thal takes the approval and compliments with a confident grin, knowing that her hostess skills leave nothing to be desired. Just because she doesn't like hosting parties doesn't mean she isn't good at them. If anything, she's a little too good at them, stealing all the attention with ease. It's why she has no issue raising her glass to the boys with a playful wink. It lingers on Asta and the deeper meaning between them before she turns to join them in the meal.

She hums sweetly around her own bite of the badger. "I agree. Maybe I should force more of my prey to marinate themselves." The sweet purple juices add a pleasant taste and aroma to the meat, stripping some of the gaminess to make it rival that of a high-end restaurant. Then to add the oaky flavoring of the whiskey? Perfection. Thal continues to enjoy her fill, appreciating the company more than she might have expected. She would never be a 'dinner party' kind of person, but perhaps it wouldn't be too bad to have a couple friends over once in a while. 

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Thank you both for participating to christen Thal's new home with blood and revelry!

[FIN]

thalassa

i came committed, guess i overdid it