so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
Inclining his head and still looking pale for what it’s worth, Asta’s tail waves behind him like a cat on the edge, lashing side to side as Maea speaks to him and he dips his chin a little. “Asta’s fine.” He confirms, before his jaw tightens and he turns a little when everyone starts to break. The cane slips into the cart and Asta starts to push the cart wherever Danta suggests.
The further they get away from Maea and the ordeal the more relaxed his shoulders get. “I won’t.” He offers the quiet vow, dutifully moving the cart along with. “What is this supposed to do?” Even if Danta has already explained it, Asta craves the distraction.
Asta pushes the cart!
The further they get away from Maea and the ordeal the more relaxed his shoulders get. “I won’t.” He offers the quiet vow, dutifully moving the cart along with. “What is this supposed to do?” Even if Danta has already explained it, Asta craves the distraction.
Asta pushes the cart!
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
