the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
Amusement flickers across his face and Asta chuckles lightly with a shrug. “Dried because you wouldn’t have to worry about keeping it alive, darling.” He drawls as if that was his reasoning the entire time. Regardless, the prospect of having a stockpile of this is quite tempting, and his grin grows toothier and sharp as he dips his head, accepting the offer.
But there’s gossip to talk about, and Asta is very similar to Danta in that he loves it, provided it doesn’t revolve around himself. “Mm, well, she asked if it was difficult for me to adjust to becoming Ancient. I said no, told her of my darker proclivities. And she was mortified.” He hums, leaning back to turn to his side, as if slowly roasting himself on all sides.
“She advised me to make sure no one else knew.” He drawls with an air of amusement.
But there’s gossip to talk about, and Asta is very similar to Danta in that he loves it, provided it doesn’t revolve around himself. “Mm, well, she asked if it was difficult for me to adjust to becoming Ancient. I said no, told her of my darker proclivities. And she was mortified.” He hums, leaning back to turn to his side, as if slowly roasting himself on all sides.
“She advised me to make sure no one else knew.” He drawls with an air of amusement.
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
