// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
If looks could kill, Asta was positive that whomever was driving the cart would have been killed three times over with that glare that the Maverick levels at his back. As it stands, though, he does feel better, and soon enough the blonde is slouching beside him while the butcher squeezes the Maverick’s hand gently as if it might help.
The words that leave are expected, even if it brims against that echo of shame in the back of his head, and he heaves a sigh before he’s tugged into a comfortable position against Danta, tail curling and flicking in his internal irritation.
“I can stew on it.” He says with a touch of bitterness in his accented tone before he heaves a sigh, dark eyes more focused lift to scan Danta’s face. “Thank you for following me.” Finding me. Taking care of me.
The words that leave are expected, even if it brims against that echo of shame in the back of his head, and he heaves a sigh before he’s tugged into a comfortable position against Danta, tail curling and flicking in his internal irritation.
“I can stew on it.” He says with a touch of bitterness in his accented tone before he heaves a sigh, dark eyes more focused lift to scan Danta’s face. “Thank you for following me.” Finding me. Taking care of me.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
