// with our one foot in the grave //
Snorting in response to Danta’s own childish exaggerations, a tone not unlike his usual proper taunting, he’s more than willing to seal the deal with a gentle little clink of the china. “Permanently.” He adds with a quiet, whispered drawl and a too hungry toothy grin. It’s a grin that hides behind the cup as he drains the last bit of spiked tea, settling again when the warmth hits his stomach, letting a shiver of delight run down his spine for how much warmer he feels because of it.
Raising a dark brow before the sarcasm is registered, Asta sets his cup down and gladly takes the Maverick’s hand, drawn back up to his full height as he lets a breathy chuckle leave him, padding his way immediately over to the bed as the blankets are turned down. “Good, because I would not have left anyway.” The gentle, probing tease leaves him easily, because who would throw Asta out of Danta’s room when Asta is the bouncer.
Regardless, the butcher gets comfortable, watching with a glimmer of exhaustion in his dark gaze as Danta gets the room ready for rest, tucked into the blankets and warmth and leaving space for Dantalion to join him when he’s done prepping the room and curtains. “Good. I would love to have a chat.” It’s the polite way to say it, though they both know Asta very clearly means bite. “Now come here before I freeze again.”
Raising a dark brow before the sarcasm is registered, Asta sets his cup down and gladly takes the Maverick’s hand, drawn back up to his full height as he lets a breathy chuckle leave him, padding his way immediately over to the bed as the blankets are turned down. “Good, because I would not have left anyway.” The gentle, probing tease leaves him easily, because who would throw Asta out of Danta’s room when Asta is the bouncer.
Regardless, the butcher gets comfortable, watching with a glimmer of exhaustion in his dark gaze as Danta gets the room ready for rest, tucked into the blankets and warmth and leaving space for Dantalion to join him when he’s done prepping the room and curtains. “Good. I would love to have a chat.” It’s the polite way to say it, though they both know Asta very clearly means bite. “Now come here before I freeze again.”
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
