// we haven't won, and if we win, //
Snorting to the antics, Astaroth rolls his eyes as the strap smacks against his chest. He cares little, though, as he starts to pick the path through the cavern back out of Mountain’s Roar. Suddenly shoved, the butcher loses his balance for a moment, hating that he’d left his cane behind if only to catch him from shoulder bumping the craggly sides of the wall. “Hey!” He complains with an immediate laugh. “I do agree that I could be smarter when utilizing it.” Rolling his shoulder and trying to brush off any ash clinging to it, he picks up the pace to follow the Maverick again.
“I did plant mine. But I would be happy to join you to plant yours.” Pausing to flash a particularly sharp grin, his posture takes on a haughtier look. “If you’re kind, I may even be convinced to dig the hole for you.” Raising a brow with the playfulness clearly still in his bones, Astaroth watches Danta with amused dark eyes.
“I did plant mine. But I would be happy to join you to plant yours.” Pausing to flash a particularly sharp grin, his posture takes on a haughtier look. “If you’re kind, I may even be convinced to dig the hole for you.” Raising a brow with the playfulness clearly still in his bones, Astaroth watches Danta with amused dark eyes.
Astaroth
// and if the morning light sets in, we've cheated fate again //
