// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
Oh and what a challenge that would be, even if the butcher’s fairly certain he can come up with quite a few dashing options in regards to sheer clothing, billowy and shiny or dark and desirable, see through with perhaps a variety of gilded jewelry that could be adorned beneath to always give the eye something to find hidden in the mix. “We have a deal, then.” The butcher answers with a warm laugh, even as Danta’s bullying his way in to try and quiet him as he gets the next point out.
He snorts, nodding his head as the realization dawns on his fiancé, his voice muffled and very obviously exhausted. “Perhaps it is not.” Asta murmurs before he’s stifling the yawn that wishes to escape. It’s probably as good a time as any to catch some sleep after the day he’s had, let alone all of the math Danta’s been dealing with. So he continues his gentle affections, pressing a kiss to the top of his head again before settling. “Sleep well, mi amor.” The butcher tacks on as he feels the Maverick start to grow heavy.
- FIN
He snorts, nodding his head as the realization dawns on his fiancé, his voice muffled and very obviously exhausted. “Perhaps it is not.” Asta murmurs before he’s stifling the yawn that wishes to escape. It’s probably as good a time as any to catch some sleep after the day he’s had, let alone all of the math Danta’s been dealing with. So he continues his gentle affections, pressing a kiss to the top of his head again before settling. “Sleep well, mi amor.” The butcher tacks on as he feels the Maverick start to grow heavy.
- FIN
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
