you made your choice
Humming another deep laugh, he inclines his head to concede. “I have an unfortunate tendency to forget about it, until it begins to bleed through my favorite shirts.” He admits with a dramatic sigh, as if that’s that worst thing that’s happened. Either way, he steps over and settles into the chair, lips still twisted into a small smile as he watches her get close to inspect it. “Of course.” He doubts she could hurt him, though, he feels it unnecessary to admit it.
She begins her inspection, though, and Asta’s head tilts to the side away from it to offer her all of the room she needs. Beneath the bite, rivers and canals of other scars weave along his skin. “Ah, how miserable.” Astaroth murmurs, his dark gaze watching her from the edge of his vision. “What do we intend to do about it?” He asks curiously – given that medicine was absolutely nowhere near his forte.
She begins her inspection, though, and Asta’s head tilts to the side away from it to offer her all of the room she needs. Beneath the bite, rivers and canals of other scars weave along his skin. “Ah, how miserable.” Astaroth murmurs, his dark gaze watching her from the edge of his vision. “What do we intend to do about it?” He asks curiously – given that medicine was absolutely nowhere near his forte.
Astaroth
do you regret it yet?
