// with our one foot in the grave //
Dark honeyed eyes lift to Danta’s face as a small smirk tugs on the corner of his lips, revealing the sharp point of one of his canines. Unceremoniously wiping away the ash, as the next piece of paper is immediately handed to him, he hums a bit playfully under his breath. “I had a lot of paper and a lot of time when I wasn’t needed.” And rather than participate in the parties and orgies, Astaroth had found time passed quicker by hiding away in his room, reading and experimenting with paper shapes.
So, shifting to face Danta with the new sheets of paper, he ensures they start off as a square. “You want to start by making an ‘X’ shape.” Asta hums, showing Danta how to fold it perfectly from top to bottom, opening it, then left to right, opening it, then folding each corner of the paper into a diagonal shape.
He opens it up then inspects Danta’s own to see how he does. “Then, on the sides here,” he points to Danta’s own paper, “you will want to bring them together.” Then showing him how to flatten it, it makes a smaller square.
So, shifting to face Danta with the new sheets of paper, he ensures they start off as a square. “You want to start by making an ‘X’ shape.” Asta hums, showing Danta how to fold it perfectly from top to bottom, opening it, then left to right, opening it, then folding each corner of the paper into a diagonal shape.
He opens it up then inspects Danta’s own to see how he does. “Then, on the sides here,” he points to Danta’s own paper, “you will want to bring them together.” Then showing him how to flatten it, it makes a smaller square.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
