am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
It’s fucking cold. But at least Astaroth has his wool coat, fur lined, and fur scarves wrapped around his neck and mouth, gloved hand shoved in his pocket while the other grips the cane to keep him upright amongst the icy snow. The dark red is in contrast to the snow (similarly enough to a gothic Santa in a way, if he knew what that even was). So for now, sporting a familiar blonde head over the drift up ahead and a few presents poking out of the snow, Asta reaches down with a little shiver to collect it.
That one is set in the crook of his arm, utilizing the cane to start to dig out more presents from the falling snow, pulling more and more out to collect in his arm, eventually making his own little path as he follows the trail.
Asta collects presents!
That one is set in the crook of his arm, utilizing the cane to start to dig out more presents from the falling snow, pulling more and more out to collect in his arm, eventually making his own little path as he follows the trail.
Asta collects presents!
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
