i don't belong among the angels // and baby that's just fine with me
He doesn’t say his bet off the bat given that Danta’s already declared his own. There’s no good in betting the same, anyway, so he’s automatically on the second half. However, a bit tense given the pale gore crow in the vicinity, Asta remains silent and watchful, and flinches a small fraction as Danta claims his victory and Asta has to think fast before the Maverick can stake the claim on the next. “I bet on him this round.” He drawls to Danta, shifting a little to raise a dark brow as he promptly takes Danta’s unknown to him, best friend as it breaks into the rings again.
Long legs press against his as the blonde gets more comfortable, and he shifts a little in the seat to sit back still a bit properly, tail curling about the leg of the chair, cane deposited right beside Danta’s hip as he ‘accidentally’ taps him with it. “Stop drooling, darling.” He teases, smirking to himself, utilizing the distraction of the fights and the heat radiating to ignore Maea’s shift in the background.
Long legs press against his as the blonde gets more comfortable, and he shifts a little in the seat to sit back still a bit properly, tail curling about the leg of the chair, cane deposited right beside Danta’s hip as he ‘accidentally’ taps him with it. “Stop drooling, darling.” He teases, smirking to himself, utilizing the distraction of the fights and the heat radiating to ignore Maea’s shift in the background.
Astaroth
the things i did up there were high school // but now i'm going for my degree
