i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
Asta is more than ready to settle in and watch the fight, drifting along with Danta, content to let him mingle while he surveys and watches. He’s like a tall shadow, settling in with quite a prim and proper stature on the edge of the seat of the beach chair that Danta has fallen into, watching one of the fights come to an end with a cheap shot, something he can’t hide his amusement from in the twitch of his lips.
But, Danta is speaking to someone who looks as though she’s running the watch party. Inclining his head to her as the gentleman he is, as well as the other man referenced, he doesn’t wish to interrupt any current conversation, so he sets his sights on the next fight between a burly looking man and one that he’d actually had a conversation with not that long ago over an old gods shrine.
But, Danta is speaking to someone who looks as though she’s running the watch party. Inclining his head to her as the gentleman he is, as well as the other man referenced, he doesn’t wish to interrupt any current conversation, so he sets his sights on the next fight between a burly looking man and one that he’d actually had a conversation with not that long ago over an old gods shrine.
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
