reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
Now that they’ve stopped in front of the Temple, Astaroth removes his hands from the cart while Danta speaks so that he might start to stretch out his arms and back a fraction (it was a lot of work moving this cart around, especially with the heavy gemstone within it). “Oh,” he starts to say before shutting his mouth quite abruptly to see Danta spur into action before he even says anything.
Which, truthfully, thank Dygra for it – because he certainly does not want to lug it up the stairs. “How innovative, darling.” He drawls with a chuckle of laughter and appreciation, thankful for the option as the planks are laid out and he returns to his hold on the cart, ensuring its lined up perfectly so it doesn’t lose balance or fall off. Instead, he pushes it up the makeshift ramp until it flattens out before the Temple doors and Astaroth nods for Danta to open the door so they can push it all the way in.
Which, truthfully, thank Dygra for it – because he certainly does not want to lug it up the stairs. “How innovative, darling.” He drawls with a chuckle of laughter and appreciation, thankful for the option as the planks are laid out and he returns to his hold on the cart, ensuring its lined up perfectly so it doesn’t lose balance or fall off. Instead, he pushes it up the makeshift ramp until it flattens out before the Temple doors and Astaroth nods for Danta to open the door so they can push it all the way in.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
