well, well, well...

/// i'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional
i'm visceral, reloadable

The alcohol slinking through his system, burning and relishing and loosening his carefully and meticulously practiced tongue, doesn’t seem surprised when Dantalion returns just as bluntly as Asta had been moment prior. “Dantalion, darling, don’t offer something if you don’t intend to put out.” A dark brow rises as his posture does the same, that grin remaining throughout it. “Mm, it depends on what you’re looking for as payment.” He shrugs casually.

Relaxing the second that Danta does at the mention of Dygra, Asta hums and settles in to finish that last sip of that wonderful chocolate booze bomb. “I should see her.” He admits, wanting nothing more than her warmth to embrace him in the moment, given the new and strange world he’s woken up to. “She’s always been perfection.” And a literal life saver, in his case. He owes her his life.

Astaroth

i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy, i'm crazy ///
everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted