you made your choice
A hum of a laugh leaves Asta as he walks alongside Dantalion like a tall bodyguard (maybe he is?) with the clack of the cane against the stone ground. “You know I love a good fight.” He drawls, leaning a little closer to Danta as if it were a secret between them. He gladly follows along as the Maverick ducks into the stall, dark eyes taking in the different dangly wind chimes, listening to the different sounds they make.
“We could bet?” He suggests thoughtfully, in between the admission that it would be nice to be somewhere warmer — a sentiment that he can agree with as he settles in and drifts a small amount away toward a specific red and black stained glass piece, swirling around in a cool breeze. “I am looking forward to the bonfire, but, I certainly won’t say no to sampling the warmer regions.” He looks over his shoulder toward the Maverick with a toothy smirk.
“We could bet?” He suggests thoughtfully, in between the admission that it would be nice to be somewhere warmer — a sentiment that he can agree with as he settles in and drifts a small amount away toward a specific red and black stained glass piece, swirling around in a cool breeze. “I am looking forward to the bonfire, but, I certainly won’t say no to sampling the warmer regions.” He looks over his shoulder toward the Maverick with a toothy smirk.
Astaroth
do you regret it yet?
