a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
“Were too.” Asta responds immediately, before his head is tilting the second Danta latches onto that red ear and it absolutely is a little battle and a hiss, tail trying to pry the other man’s off of his barstool. “Ack.” He wrinkles his nose and pulls away from Danta’s touch as they part and he picks up his next shot and downs it.
Two in quick succession has his head a little fuzzy suddenly and he swallows down any remnant of the taste of the liquor before he looks back toward Danta with a dark brow raised. “I’m calling it a night.” He says, reaching up and brushing his hair back behind his horns again, trying to fix the scorched collar with an annoyed sigh.
And without much else, whether Danta follows or not, he stands and collects his cane as if he’s intending to slip away for the night.
Two in quick succession has his head a little fuzzy suddenly and he swallows down any remnant of the taste of the liquor before he looks back toward Danta with a dark brow raised. “I’m calling it a night.” He says, reaching up and brushing his hair back behind his horns again, trying to fix the scorched collar with an annoyed sigh.
And without much else, whether Danta follows or not, he stands and collects his cane as if he’s intending to slip away for the night.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
