// with our one foot in the grave //
It’s so incredibly casual that Astaroth chuckles lightly as if they were simply talking about sports news and how their favorite teams have fallen behind or gotten a cheating leg up on the other. “I still could have stopped you, darling. But it is nice to have a different scar for once.” He muses, glancing through a different window as he adjusts his coat a bit tighter, until the Maverick stops and he turns back, glancing through the window before looking to Danta and catching the smirk.
Snorting a little, Asta concedes with a dip of his chin, gesturing with a hand so that Danta can lead the way. “Sure. Let’s see what they have, shall we?” He’ll let the blonde Ancient take the lead, wondering if he’d seen one through the window he thought would be a perfect addition.
Snorting a little, Asta concedes with a dip of his chin, gesturing with a hand so that Danta can lead the way. “Sure. Let’s see what they have, shall we?” He’ll let the blonde Ancient take the lead, wondering if he’d seen one through the window he thought would be a perfect addition.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
