// smile like you mean it //
Clumsy as he might be, he’s gotten them both to press in for a hug, even if he’s jostled Danta away from his drugs and taken Flora by surprise with the gentle cup of her cheek. And then, before a moment even seems like it’s passing, both the Maverick and the Doubletake are bowing out of his embrace. Releasing them both, Asta focuses on Danta for the question, though. “No.” He says as if realizing that there likely weren’t any songs about him anymore.
Beaming a smile to Flora at her answer, though, the butcher then turns to lean on the bar — looking back out toward the little makeshift dance floor he’d managed to create while the two of them had been gone. “A song about me would probably not be a very good song to dance to.” Unless they were into dark, brash, brutal music. (Where are the metal lovers of Caido? They’d probably know a song or two about the butcher).
Focusing more on Danta with the question from Flora as she hops up onto the bar, his tail wags a little in curiosity. “Can you?” Dark eyes glitter with mischief and amusement, trying to recall through hazy thoughts whether or not he’s ever heard Danta sing.
Beaming a smile to Flora at her answer, though, the butcher then turns to lean on the bar — looking back out toward the little makeshift dance floor he’d managed to create while the two of them had been gone. “A song about me would probably not be a very good song to dance to.” Unless they were into dark, brash, brutal music. (Where are the metal lovers of Caido? They’d probably know a song or two about the butcher).
Focusing more on Danta with the question from Flora as she hops up onto the bar, his tail wags a little in curiosity. “Can you?” Dark eyes glitter with mischief and amusement, trying to recall through hazy thoughts whether or not he’s ever heard Danta sing.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
