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RE: blood red debts splattered on white snow - Astaroth - 10-10-2025
It might be a slight jump to everyone else’s eye, but Asta sees it more intensely than anyone else might. Which is why it’s a tender and fleeting touch, one to not cage him or try to force him to do anything, but to tell him that he’s there, and to check and see just how he’s doing after it. The quiet nod is confirmation and it helps him to swan away toward the remaining wolf, carving the bits and pieces off that he wants and will likely use later. The head itself, he has other plans for.
“[say]Yes, thank you.[/say]” He pipes up from his task of carving through the bone and flesh, the sticky and warm blood coating his fingers and the knife. “[say]You know we have no problem putting up with you, darling.[/say]” He tacks on with a soft laugh before the dark sharp crack of the head as it’s completely severed from the body of the wolf.
Then, all it takes is some clean up and prepping, getting back to his feet with a new sense of blood coating his hands that hasn’t become ashen yet, fisted into the dark fur of the wolf as he hoists it up like a won prize. At least it would explain to any passersby why they were all covered in blood. “[say]A drink sounds incredible, what do you say, love?[/say]” He drawls, looking over at Danta with a shark toothed smile, stained a touch by the blood of their hunt.
RE: blood red debts splattered on white snow - Dantalion - 10-11-2025
Danta's eyes flare with something that can only be described as enjoyment at the crack! of the wolf's head parting from its body, and it's with a final roll of his shoulders that he's able to draw his social mask back in place at last. [say]"Mm, if anything we ought to thank you for putting up with us,"[/say] he agrees with a familiar smile curling across his lips.
As Asta straightens up at last, the head of their kill held aloft in victory, the Maverick steps in to settle beside him, shoving his bloody, gloved hands back into his pockets and making a show of considering the drink, despite them all knowing the answer will be a resounding yes.
[say]"I can't think of anything better,"[/say] he agrees, already setting off across the crimson streaked snow and smirking over his shoulder. [say]"We better hurry, though, or Asta might nod off on the way."[/say]
And if not on the way, likely at the table once they've seated themselves. But they can save their teasing for later, if it comes to that.
~FIN