[SE] [SWE] to share the space with simple living things

// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //

“When would we have had a reason to, darling?” Astaroth responds relatively dryly. At the moment it looked like nothing more but sand and mirages for miles, with a sun that beats down onto them as Danta seems more than content to be shirtless amongst the radiating heat, and Astaroth — dressed down accordingly with shirt sleeves rolled up and shirt partially unbuttoned — in sunglasses, peering at Danta curiously as they drift closer while the Maverick shields his eyes from the sun to look up at the tree.

A small chuckle escapes him, though, pale teeth flashing at the other man as he drifts closer to the tree to inspect the pods of seeds. “At least the Grounds has buildings already. Are you positive you would have wished to start from scratch?” He points out, glancing over his shoulder to see Danta hop up and snatch a seed pod. Astaroth, at least, simply stands on his tiptoes, plucking one to inspect himself — equally disappointed that it looked surprisingly normal.

Humming a note under his breath, he pockets it and returns to Danta’s side, pushing up his sunglasses further up on his nose. “It certainly can’t hurt to try it, no? Whether it is or it is not something godly?” He muses, looking back at the massive tree curiously.

Astaroth

// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //