the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
A low chuckle leaves him at Danta’s complaints. After all, while Astaroth agrees with the sentiment, the Maverick isn’t really helping himself when it comes to protection against the cold. Hence, the fur boa.
But all amusement disappears in a flash as he’s pelted with the snowballs, tail lashing out wildly after the momentary startle, a grimace forming on his face as he shivers for a moment, rounding at precisely the time that Danta’s throwing the snowball back. “For Dygra’s sake.” He hisses out, starting to prep.
Three children start to bolt, giggling all the way around to the next snowbank they try to hide behind. Unfortunately for the taller boy, Danta nails him square in the chest, knocking him off balance before he can find cover, slipping and spinning out amongst the snow.
Asta, in this time, has managed to make his own little snowball, launching it in a sort of curved throw, hoping it’ll drop right behind the cover to smack one of the unruly children on the top of the head, tail still lashing in his upset.
But all amusement disappears in a flash as he’s pelted with the snowballs, tail lashing out wildly after the momentary startle, a grimace forming on his face as he shivers for a moment, rounding at precisely the time that Danta’s throwing the snowball back. “For Dygra’s sake.” He hisses out, starting to prep.
Three children start to bolt, giggling all the way around to the next snowbank they try to hide behind. Unfortunately for the taller boy, Danta nails him square in the chest, knocking him off balance before he can find cover, slipping and spinning out amongst the snow.
Asta, in this time, has managed to make his own little snowball, launching it in a sort of curved throw, hoping it’ll drop right behind the cover to smack one of the unruly children on the top of the head, tail still lashing in his upset.
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
