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
“I would very much enjoy that.” Astaroth says, flashing a grin over to Danta as he meets the smirk. At the mention of the barracks, however, a place that he too has never been, perhaps both might be a solid enough option for them to investigate. “Whichever you prefer on any given day, I will happily oblige.” He drawls, pushing the cart easily as they dodge people that aren’t paying too much attention, but for the most part he watches as they do scuttle out of the way.
Drifting toward the library, Danta’s voice captures the taller man’s attention, dark gaze sliding over toward him curiously. Initially, he wants to ask what it is, but he knows that Danta wouldn’t be asking it of him if it wasn’t something he didn’t think he could handle. “Of course, my dear.” He says, drawing silent, waiting for the explanation to come.
Asta keeps pushing the cart!
Drifting toward the library, Danta’s voice captures the taller man’s attention, dark gaze sliding over toward him curiously. Initially, he wants to ask what it is, but he knows that Danta wouldn’t be asking it of him if it wasn’t something he didn’t think he could handle. “Of course, my dear.” He says, drawing silent, waiting for the explanation to come.
Asta keeps pushing the cart!
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
