// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
He will never tire of the warmth of the Climb or the ability to get there via sky ship, even if Danta is exhausted about it. Dressed down to soak up the heat, a nice silk shirt rolled up to his elbows and a good set of pants, Asta has traded his cane for a shovel, held low at his side as they wander and he chuckles at the Maverick. “You have too soft of hands to use the pickaxe that well, darling. I’ll help, though, don’t worry.” Grin turning into a smirk, Asta reaches up to pat the blonde on the shoulder.
As for the statues, he scans and doesn’t come up with much despite the rock and some bits and pieces of metal likely hiding beneath from people back in the day wishing to be heroes.
“The Dusklight could do with more gargoyles.” He muses thoughtfully, planting the shovel down on a particular mound he thinks might be rewarding, ignoring the fact he tried to add to the stone interior design with the stupid ice mages.
As for the statues, he scans and doesn’t come up with much despite the rock and some bits and pieces of metal likely hiding beneath from people back in the day wishing to be heroes.
“The Dusklight could do with more gargoyles.” He muses thoughtfully, planting the shovel down on a particular mound he thinks might be rewarding, ignoring the fact he tried to add to the stone interior design with the stupid ice mages.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
