// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
They work diligently to fill up their bags, and with it the sudden dark rock nudged toward his boot. Dark eyes focus on Charlie, already knowing what it is she seeks (because admittedly, same, but the mental image of Danta clocking him with a piece of volcanic rock makes him a killjoy. Unless maybe he promises not to in the future…) but for Charlie, the butcher plants the shovel and chuckles, reaching over to grab the rock.
Deciding which direction to launch the rock in, Asta picks one somewhat over her shoulder, figuring that might be the most fun for her as he utters a “do not get any ideas,” to the Maverick as he throws the rock, watching it sail in the air behind Charlie.
Deciding which direction to launch the rock in, Asta picks one somewhat over her shoulder, figuring that might be the most fun for her as he utters a “do not get any ideas,” to the Maverick as he throws the rock, watching it sail in the air behind Charlie.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
