the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
Snorting at the implication, Asta is inclined to make a bet, but it sounds as if Danta’s made up his mind already. So he takes another sip once Danta refills it, and spills the tea, as it were, only to let his amusement flare further on his face. He chuckles deeply and shrugs, huffing a little sigh.
“I don’t.” Asta starts to say, the flicker of the flames lighting up his face. “But she asked directly, and I misjudged her when I thought it might help.” Which, was his bad, he supposes. “I simply explained why it wasn’t a difficult adjustment for me to make.” He shrugs a shoulder and huffs a sigh, reaching out to pluck a piece of fuzz from the Maverick’s shoulder.
“I apologize in advance, then.”
“I don’t.” Asta starts to say, the flicker of the flames lighting up his face. “But she asked directly, and I misjudged her when I thought it might help.” Which, was his bad, he supposes. “I simply explained why it wasn’t a difficult adjustment for me to make.” He shrugs a shoulder and huffs a sigh, reaching out to pluck a piece of fuzz from the Maverick’s shoulder.
“I apologize in advance, then.”
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
