Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
“As far as warmth, nothing beats the Climb for us.” Astaroth teases her lightly, but concedes the point, ensuring as they walk through toward the bar that nobody would try to make a move or do anything. His looks, as always, worked like a charm – though he supposes the out of character ragged appearance also lends a hand in helping. Either way, he stands by the bar, hooking the cane on the edge of the counter as the drinks are made and he starts to fruitlessly try and put himself together again.
Hands lift to brush his hair back, utilizing the melted snow now to try and hook it around his horns before it dries so that it might stay out of the way better, his dark gaze slides toward her again with a grin and low chuckle. While the thought of his own space was nice, it was too close to the solitude of the Climb he’d endured – and after Danta’s endless pushiness in convincing him (and succeeding) that being in a space amongst others was far more comfortable than being all alone, Asta had come to realize it as well.
That and it helps when the owner’s body heat rivals his own, with the roaring fireplace to make the bed essentially an inferno. As much as he’s loathed to admit it, he would miss it. “I have a deal with Danta that he supplies me with a room in exchange for security for here.” He offers by means of explanation as their drinks arrive and he offers a nod and a thank you of gratitude as he hands her the first and takes the other, sipping from it lightly to ward away the chill in his bones. “And truthfully, the amount of people flocking to and fro is nice to witness and be a part of.” Shrugging, he turns his attention toward her, leaning on an arm on the bar. “Where are you staying?”
Hands lift to brush his hair back, utilizing the melted snow now to try and hook it around his horns before it dries so that it might stay out of the way better, his dark gaze slides toward her again with a grin and low chuckle. While the thought of his own space was nice, it was too close to the solitude of the Climb he’d endured – and after Danta’s endless pushiness in convincing him (and succeeding) that being in a space amongst others was far more comfortable than being all alone, Asta had come to realize it as well.
That and it helps when the owner’s body heat rivals his own, with the roaring fireplace to make the bed essentially an inferno. As much as he’s loathed to admit it, he would miss it. “I have a deal with Danta that he supplies me with a room in exchange for security for here.” He offers by means of explanation as their drinks arrive and he offers a nod and a thank you of gratitude as he hands her the first and takes the other, sipping from it lightly to ward away the chill in his bones. “And truthfully, the amount of people flocking to and fro is nice to witness and be a part of.” Shrugging, he turns his attention toward her, leaning on an arm on the bar. “Where are you staying?”
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
