// with our one foot in the grave //
Trailing behind everyone, Astaroth has also been drawn in by the odd drawings (not that he could do much better), but he shows up ready to work regardless. Heading Maea, Astaroth hums a soft laugh and shakes his head. “If that was the case, I would have been cursed many times over.” He flashes a toothy grin to her before his dark gaze shifts toward Dantalion and Maea.
Sidling up beside the Maverick (because of course he does), Asta inclines his head toward Charlie with a grin and a bow. “Charlie, darling, so good to see you again. I am at your disposal.” Dressed down (down as in a still quite nice shirt, sleeves rolled up and unbuttoned at the top, he’s very much still put together).
Straightening up, he awaits instruction.
Sidling up beside the Maverick (because of course he does), Asta inclines his head toward Charlie with a grin and a bow. “Charlie, darling, so good to see you again. I am at your disposal.” Dressed down (down as in a still quite nice shirt, sleeves rolled up and unbuttoned at the top, he’s very much still put together).
Straightening up, he awaits instruction.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
