the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
He’s quite content to watch as the patrons thrive off of receiving bits and pieces of the Maverick’s attire, despite how he keeps his on and close to his chest, embracing the warmth and letting it penetrate the wool of his coat. He half expects to drink it here before heading to his room, but Danta takes the bottles and glasses and starts to move.
And he’s right, Astaroth is his tall shadow, right on his heels, footsteps clicking along the floor as they head down the dark corridor to a space he’s never been to, glancing along the walls as they walk. “It would have been shorter if we hadn’t been interrupted by mischievous teenagers with bad taste.” Asta’s voice rumbles as they walk, leaning in a bit closer at the mention that Danta has a larger fireplace, huffing a laugh.
“I can’t wait to see it.” He hums.
And he’s right, Astaroth is his tall shadow, right on his heels, footsteps clicking along the floor as they head down the dark corridor to a space he’s never been to, glancing along the walls as they walk. “It would have been shorter if we hadn’t been interrupted by mischievous teenagers with bad taste.” Asta’s voice rumbles as they walk, leaning in a bit closer at the mention that Danta has a larger fireplace, huffing a laugh.
“I can’t wait to see it.” He hums.
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
