am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
He’d be busy offering some smart ass retort if cold as fuck water wasn’t suddenly invading his lungs. It’s fight or flight and let’s just say Asta knows he’s going to get nowhere trying to fight the stream. So he turns it into Danta instead, as the man careens in after him. Gasping for breath and coughing out a lungful of water, Asta hears the laugh from the Maverick and he seems partially green and annoyed and if he had his canine ears in this form they’d be pinned back as far as they can go.
“No.” He says through a hoarse throat as he scrambles to continue to try and utilize Danta like some body board, clamoring onto the rivers edge, spaded tail lashing out like an angry cat, flicking cold water everywhere, arms wrapped around his scarred chest as he very visibly shivers and makes no attempt to help Danta out of the stream.
“No.” He says through a hoarse throat as he scrambles to continue to try and utilize Danta like some body board, clamoring onto the rivers edge, spaded tail lashing out like an angry cat, flicking cold water everywhere, arms wrapped around his scarred chest as he very visibly shivers and makes no attempt to help Danta out of the stream.
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
