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
He fully expects there to be a fight or a scuffle, and there’s a line of tension between his shoulders, hidden by the clothes there that’s nearly asking for such a thing to relieve some of the anxiety that’s rooted there. And then, there’s nothing – a glance back toward the Maverick and their only condition is that he buys something? His shoulders slump just for a second in a momentary lapse as he snorts a little and exhales, internally thinking that’s disappointing.
But if it’s all it takes, he’s willing to step forward, perusing what they have despite not lingering longer than a few minutes. He picks out the second thing he sees – doing his best to sell the point, of course, and waits expectantly to receive the strange new… Paper weight? Maybe? He isn’t sure what it is nor what he’ll even do with it. But the deed is done and he watches like a hawk to make sure they start bringing their stuff in further, or leaving to go somewhere else.
Asta picks the second thing he sees to buy, then waits to make sure they move.
But if it’s all it takes, he’s willing to step forward, perusing what they have despite not lingering longer than a few minutes. He picks out the second thing he sees – doing his best to sell the point, of course, and waits expectantly to receive the strange new… Paper weight? Maybe? He isn’t sure what it is nor what he’ll even do with it. But the deed is done and he watches like a hawk to make sure they start bringing their stuff in further, or leaving to go somewhere else.
Asta picks the second thing he sees to buy, then waits to make sure they move.
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
