// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Mhm, of course you wouldn’t.” Astaroth says without focusing on the Maverick — he’s too busy tossing the rock for Charlie to chase after — when the warning occurs and the priestess trots back all content, dropping the stone in his own bag. Wiping his hands off on one another, Asta raises a dark brow toward Danta and a sharp smile. “At least here I can throw a rock at it.” He drawls, though they both know that would take a lot more effort than Astaroth currently has.
His bag is full, though, and while Danta and Charlie start adorning with gemstones, Asta ties off his bag and hoists it over his shoulder, returning back to Danta’s side as he plucks an emerald and slips it into the pocket opposite of the other gem. “It would appear we have enough.” He comments, nodding to their bags, fully read to carry whatever else he needed to back on the trek to the Grounds.
His bag is full, though, and while Danta and Charlie start adorning with gemstones, Asta ties off his bag and hoists it over his shoulder, returning back to Danta’s side as he plucks an emerald and slips it into the pocket opposite of the other gem. “It would appear we have enough.” He comments, nodding to their bags, fully read to carry whatever else he needed to back on the trek to the Grounds.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
