Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
His nose immediately wrinkles with the idea of tearing up the void creatures, despite having zero experience of them since his arrival. He’d heard of them, of course, and if that sense of awfulness radiating from Danta’s office is anything to go off of, he’s fuckin good on that, thanks. “I’d rather not see what could potentially be caught from those.” He doesn’t know if it’s possible but he also doesn’t want to find out.
At least he can drown his sorrows of those thoughts in another little sip of the wine, settling a bit more comfier on the springy mattress, huffing a laugh of his own as Danta understands what he means. “You would. So I haven’t.” But he’d absolutely thought about it.
Either way, no food to be had, Astaroth shrugs lightly, knowing full well Danta cares little about staining of clothing, having never quite needed to be held to higher standards in that regard like Asta had painfully learned (half of the story written on his deeply carved out flesh). “I don’t intend on indulging you unless you’re actually considering having a nicer wardrobe.” He teases, flashing another toothy grin back to the shorter Ancient.
At least he can drown his sorrows of those thoughts in another little sip of the wine, settling a bit more comfier on the springy mattress, huffing a laugh of his own as Danta understands what he means. “You would. So I haven’t.” But he’d absolutely thought about it.
Either way, no food to be had, Astaroth shrugs lightly, knowing full well Danta cares little about staining of clothing, having never quite needed to be held to higher standards in that regard like Asta had painfully learned (half of the story written on his deeply carved out flesh). “I don’t intend on indulging you unless you’re actually considering having a nicer wardrobe.” He teases, flashing another toothy grin back to the shorter Ancient.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
