the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
“True.” Astaroth growls out, moving the second that he launches his snowball, hearing the high pitched sound of amusement and excitement as the one sprawled out kid crawls behind the barrier and Astaroth slips behind the opposite wall of the Maverick, brows pinched in surprise at how quick he’d made so many snowballs.
He half wants to watch and see if he throws them as quickly too, like Buddy the Elf.
Either way, Asta needs to make his own, so he gets his set up while Danta launches another as a few sail past them into the open alleyway, hearing a chime of cries as another lands and the others swing wide. Astaroth can’t help the bark of laughter that leaves him with the comment, causing him to absolutely get pelted in the chest when he dips around to toss one out. “I suppose we’ll have to see, hm?” He asks, dipping back under the cover of the wall to shake out his coat of the cold, grimacing. “Maybe I should take a stab at being the big bad monster in the night.”
He’s above eating children, but…
He half wants to watch and see if he throws them as quickly too, like Buddy the Elf.
Either way, Asta needs to make his own, so he gets his set up while Danta launches another as a few sail past them into the open alleyway, hearing a chime of cries as another lands and the others swing wide. Astaroth can’t help the bark of laughter that leaves him with the comment, causing him to absolutely get pelted in the chest when he dips around to toss one out. “I suppose we’ll have to see, hm?” He asks, dipping back under the cover of the wall to shake out his coat of the cold, grimacing. “Maybe I should take a stab at being the big bad monster in the night.”
He’s above eating children, but…
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
