you made your choice
With the hard work done and a little request to Isla to meet her back at the clinic, the streets are bustling as Asta wades his way through. It’s sunset, the violet and golden rays of the sun starting to vanish, coating the street with hues of flickering lights and a beautiful golden glow. He’d been a bit delayed, but he arrives fashionably late, as Danta would affectionately call it.
Pushing through the door, Asta’s cane clicks against the floor, knowing it was likely too late to have many other visitors this time of night (especially if she’d just arrived from working on the bar with him), so he clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair as the bell chimes when the door closes, a small bag held alongside the cane joins him in the clinic (the likely reason he’s late). “Sincerest apologies for being late, Isla, dear.” He offers, flashing her that sharp grin again as he drifts further in, going wherever it is she directs him to.
Pushing through the door, Asta’s cane clicks against the floor, knowing it was likely too late to have many other visitors this time of night (especially if she’d just arrived from working on the bar with him), so he clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair as the bell chimes when the door closes, a small bag held alongside the cane joins him in the clinic (the likely reason he’s late). “Sincerest apologies for being late, Isla, dear.” He offers, flashing her that sharp grin again as he drifts further in, going wherever it is she directs him to.
Astaroth
do you regret it yet?
