// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
Oh it does hit, clacking against his horns with a sound that reverberates in his brain with a grimace replacing the grin and a sharp glare sent his way. He wants to say ’you know I’m right’ but the fact he doesn’t comment is winning enough for him. At least until he starts shoveling, and if some of the volcanic dirt finds its way into a pile to blot out the rock Danta picks at, well…
Meeting Charlie’s gaze, Asta’s smile returns. “There are some from our time we would gladly leave as a statue.” He informs her, but the sentiment is the same as Danta’s. Inspect first, wake after. It was easier that way.
Shoveling a bit more and coming across a belt piece of a broken sword, Asta reaches to collect it. “It seems not many know how to wake us. But I have informed those that have asked.” He shrugs a shoulder casually.
Meeting Charlie’s gaze, Asta’s smile returns. “There are some from our time we would gladly leave as a statue.” He informs her, but the sentiment is the same as Danta’s. Inspect first, wake after. It was easier that way.
Shoveling a bit more and coming across a belt piece of a broken sword, Asta reaches to collect it. “It seems not many know how to wake us. But I have informed those that have asked.” He shrugs a shoulder casually.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
