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
Asta huffs a little sound, trying to remain stoic but can’t help the twitch of his lips as Danta seems quite excited. Even so much as kicking at the cane, swinging it wide, which gives him the precise amount of movement to slip it back to smack against Danta’s calf. “Careful now. Bragging is unlike you.” He taunts.
Because they both know it absolutely fucking is like him.
Either way, not knowing what to expect, Asta tries to remain that polite gentleman, standing beside the Maverick as he does all the small talk, inclining his head to the receptionist with a polite smile, before nodding to Danta as they start to step away from the desk. Dark eyes scan the rooms as they wander down the halls, finally settling on a surprisingly beautiful oak door, adorned with blue that matches all around it. “I don’t suppose this is it?” He asks, fully expecting it to be with how he stands idly beside the frame.
Because they both know it absolutely fucking is like him.
Either way, not knowing what to expect, Asta tries to remain that polite gentleman, standing beside the Maverick as he does all the small talk, inclining his head to the receptionist with a polite smile, before nodding to Danta as they start to step away from the desk. Dark eyes scan the rooms as they wander down the halls, finally settling on a surprisingly beautiful oak door, adorned with blue that matches all around it. “I don’t suppose this is it?” He asks, fully expecting it to be with how he stands idly beside the frame.
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
