// he's nice, polite, he'll catch you by surprise //
“Oh, yes. Obviously.” The butcher drawls with a warm laugh, lips quirking into a brighter shark tooth grin. “I have done similar things.” Some of the reasons he’s dispatched someone were for even more mundane reasons than witnessing him utilizing something so common in the household. Alas, their jesting continues, and Asta is more than ready to ensure she’s fully back to normal before he departs to return back to Danta – because he’s sure he’ll understand.
Nodding to her instructions, the butcher steps forward to snag the bundles of clothes and items within the chest to hand it to her – relaying the information of just how he’d found the rose – on a whim, before a spar – and mostly the comments of how he’d had to be very careful telling her anything at all that might have once been vital to the war they’d endured previously.
And only when the work is done and her room seems completely back in place, the butcher departs with all of his bloody politeness with a weight lifted from his chest.
- FIN
Nodding to her instructions, the butcher steps forward to snag the bundles of clothes and items within the chest to hand it to her – relaying the information of just how he’d found the rose – on a whim, before a spar – and mostly the comments of how he’d had to be very careful telling her anything at all that might have once been vital to the war they’d endured previously.
And only when the work is done and her room seems completely back in place, the butcher departs with all of his bloody politeness with a weight lifted from his chest.
- FIN
Astaroth
// a smile so bright, you'd never bat an eye //
