// with our one foot in the grave //
H sure of how much of a good idea it was with the rollercoaster of the day, Astaroth instead settles into the bed a bit more comfortably, resting on an elbow as he watches Danta fiddle in his pocket for something. “You have a deal.” He smirks, that fang on display again before he focuses more intensely on the vials produced. Reaching up with a somewhat ashy hand, Astaroth collects both, seeing which is which, before settling on the painkillers. “I think I would like to go home and sleep.” He drawls, uncorking the painkiller and downing it in a swift movement, face scrunching up with annoyance at the taste despite the fact he knows it will help.
The sedative goes into his pocket for later.
“You would have!” He says suddenly, grinning and letting the laughter break through. “I had not even told Rayla or Zac. Not even Sari.” He admits with a shoulder shaking laugh, before he winces slightly as it tugs on bruised muscles. “My reputation would have never recovered.” Gentleman monster. Crafter of paper animals.
The sedative goes into his pocket for later.
“You would have!” He says suddenly, grinning and letting the laughter break through. “I had not even told Rayla or Zac. Not even Sari.” He admits with a shoulder shaking laugh, before he winces slightly as it tugs on bruised muscles. “My reputation would have never recovered.” Gentleman monster. Crafter of paper animals.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
