am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
“Brilliant. A rating system of my performance.” Astaroth drawls with a huff of amusement, completely against the idea but content with the joke for what it is. After all, as the idea occurs to him and Danta seems to point out how it could go poorly quickly (or not, who knows?) Asta laughs another rumbling laugh, one that has him standing up again to raise a dark brow at the Maverick in amusement.
One that has him watching the other man as he plunges his arm inside to retrieve the kidney, Asta’s tongue dips out to wet along his bloodied lips, still curved in the hint of a smile. “Or, I don’t indulge at all and everyone is none the wiser.” He offers with a casual shrug. “Nothing changes.” Except the tension in his shoulders, as Danta has unhelpfully made him quite obviously aware of now. One that continues to keep them tense the more he thinks about it.
The bastard.
One that has him watching the other man as he plunges his arm inside to retrieve the kidney, Asta’s tongue dips out to wet along his bloodied lips, still curved in the hint of a smile. “Or, I don’t indulge at all and everyone is none the wiser.” He offers with a casual shrug. “Nothing changes.” Except the tension in his shoulders, as Danta has unhelpfully made him quite obviously aware of now. One that continues to keep them tense the more he thinks about it.
The bastard.
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
