am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
His nose wrinkles at the realization that the Maverick is right. He would be quite the sight to see, and he realizes he maybe should slink away and nap in his own personal fireplace in his room as opposed to the large bonfire.
The breeze starts to dry his hair at least so now it’s not dripping along his cold damp shirt, and he settles a little as they walk. “Perhaps I won’t.” He admits after a moment with a little laugh, amusement clinging to the corner of his lips with a smirk. “Perhaps I’ll just get my fireplace quite warm and bundle up in so many blankets nobody would be able to tell it’s me.” Asta flashes a brighter grin and a shrug of his shoulder toward Danta, because they both know regardless of how hard he tried to bundle up, it would still be obvious it’s him.
“What’s your plan?”
The breeze starts to dry his hair at least so now it’s not dripping along his cold damp shirt, and he settles a little as they walk. “Perhaps I won’t.” He admits after a moment with a little laugh, amusement clinging to the corner of his lips with a smirk. “Perhaps I’ll just get my fireplace quite warm and bundle up in so many blankets nobody would be able to tell it’s me.” Asta flashes a brighter grin and a shrug of his shoulder toward Danta, because they both know regardless of how hard he tried to bundle up, it would still be obvious it’s him.
“What’s your plan?”
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
