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
He can’t see it yet, but it isn’t uncomfortable. The leather presses against his wrists in a way that’s smooth and doesn’t pinch, even as the Maverick tests it and Asta does the same as he shifts his arms a little. It goes nowhere, though, and he’s immediately focusing on the touch the Maverick sparks, up his shoulders as confusion flares over the anger, lips parting to try and ask why that might be, when suddenly he’s muzzled.
“Mm,” is all he can surmise to say, but given the body language he seems to almost say fine, because a deal was a deal and Asta was a man of his word. Sharp teeth nibble at the leather, getting nowhere, at least until Danta’s last comment reaches his ears and a deep rumble of a laugh leaves him, snorting through his nose as he squints a little back at Danta.
It’s with a cocky arrogance the cannibal is known for, but it almost seems to scream is it everything you hoped for?
“Mm,” is all he can surmise to say, but given the body language he seems to almost say fine, because a deal was a deal and Asta was a man of his word. Sharp teeth nibble at the leather, getting nowhere, at least until Danta’s last comment reaches his ears and a deep rumble of a laugh leaves him, snorting through his nose as he squints a little back at Danta.
It’s with a cocky arrogance the cannibal is known for, but it almost seems to scream is it everything you hoped for?
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
