// i am the righteous hand of god //
Snorting softly at the response he gets, the butcher rolls his eyes a touch playfully even as he helps Danta set the cup down. As the Maverick leans in, lips pressed to his throat, he simply keeps the embrace tight out of comfort and not wanting to let him go. “It is exhausting, though.” Not just for him, but for Danta as well if he isn’t going to sleep because of them.
Either way, tacking on more and more things to the to do list has the butcher promptly signing a little. “Suddenly there is much on the docket for the morning.” All things of which Asta had mentioned, though it wasn’t like the Maverick needed to handle it all on his own. A thought that has his fingertips walking up the other Ancient’s shoulder, threading through blonde strands, and returning back down his shoulder and arm in a rhythm. “I am capable of helping, you know.” Comes the tired and playful tease, not willing to let everything he’s suggested be solved entirely by his sleep deprived Theocrat.
Either way, tacking on more and more things to the to do list has the butcher promptly signing a little. “Suddenly there is much on the docket for the morning.” All things of which Asta had mentioned, though it wasn’t like the Maverick needed to handle it all on his own. A thought that has his fingertips walking up the other Ancient’s shoulder, threading through blonde strands, and returning back down his shoulder and arm in a rhythm. “I am capable of helping, you know.” Comes the tired and playful tease, not willing to let everything he’s suggested be solved entirely by his sleep deprived Theocrat.
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //
