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
Not buzzed to the point of being drunk but still comfortable, Asta is very content as he walks alongside Danta, cane clicking against the ground alongside his boots as he lets the shorter blonde decide where they stay tonight. The coin catches his eye and he hums a light laugh, deciding that leaving it to fate was probably for the best. “Tails.” Comes his low rumble, amused at the prospect to decide just how they spend their night.
More realistically, who’s holding the reins.
Watching as Danta flips it, pausing in their adventure toward the Inn, Astaroth waits for the reveal, rolling his eyes with a wrinkle of his nose (entirely for the dramatics of it), because the coin flips and is revealed as heads. “Ack.” He starts, before Danta’s shadow crowds in a little closer. “Well, a deal is a deal. Are you going to keep it a secret?” He asks with a drawled sigh, still feigning all of the dramatics of it.
More realistically, who’s holding the reins.
Watching as Danta flips it, pausing in their adventure toward the Inn, Astaroth waits for the reveal, rolling his eyes with a wrinkle of his nose (entirely for the dramatics of it), because the coin flips and is revealed as heads. “Ack.” He starts, before Danta’s shadow crowds in a little closer. “Well, a deal is a deal. Are you going to keep it a secret?” He asks with a drawled sigh, still feigning all of the dramatics of it.
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
