a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
Asta doesn’t make any attempt to catch the Maverick (after all, he’s tipsy too, trying to catch him would be a recipe for disaster in his own right). So instead, he lets Danta fall through, steps in and over him, and closes the door behind them. He drifts deeper in and starts to shrug out of the scorched jacket, hanging it onto the coat rack within.
He ignores the rude comment, muffled as it is, and he starts to strip down to get ready for bed, wincing as he moves his shoulder. “You threw a fit because I touched you, while you were already invading my own personal space. That, darling, makes you an asshole.” His back is turned toward the Maverick as he continues to strip down, slowly due to the spinning.
He ignores the rude comment, muffled as it is, and he starts to strip down to get ready for bed, wincing as he moves his shoulder. “You threw a fit because I touched you, while you were already invading my own personal space. That, darling, makes you an asshole.” His back is turned toward the Maverick as he continues to strip down, slowly due to the spinning.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
