// up above so, up above so quiet //
Asta is absolutely intending on sending that pen holder clattering to the floor – Kiada can chew him out later about it. He cares little so long as he can get the Theocrat to feel better. But, it seems it isn’t his own abilities that can help, but the ones lingering under the skin, because no sooner does the pen clatter to the floor and send them spiraling and rolling all over the office, does Astaroth snort and lift his attention to the Maverick when he speaks.
He does know precisely what flight means, and he knows that he’ll be less than helpful in joining him on the endeavor. But he’s offered the opportunity to get out of it, to which he inclines his head gratefully. “Consider the fort… held?” He murmurs, standing to straighten up and collect the cane, but not before he reaches out to lift Danta’s head, pressing his forehead to the other man’s, before he withdraws. “Hunt something fun for me, darling.”
Perhaps it means that when the Maverick returns, the butcher will have the perfect gift upon his return, prepped and ready.
He does know precisely what flight means, and he knows that he’ll be less than helpful in joining him on the endeavor. But he’s offered the opportunity to get out of it, to which he inclines his head gratefully. “Consider the fort… held?” He murmurs, standing to straighten up and collect the cane, but not before he reaches out to lift Danta’s head, pressing his forehead to the other man’s, before he withdraws. “Hunt something fun for me, darling.”
Perhaps it means that when the Maverick returns, the butcher will have the perfect gift upon his return, prepped and ready.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
