// with our one foot in the grave //
Content to let the blonde slip under his arm, Asta’s arm tightens around Danta’s shoulders to tuck him in against his side. He doesn’t concede to give him his shirt back to keep him warm when he’s sitting right there, yet he doesn’t seem to relax completely until Danta’s already sinking in harder against him.
His dark gaze peers down to meet those bright blues of the other Ancient’s, and the butcher’s tail curls around Danta’s own in answer. His grin sharpens a fraction as if debating which he’d prefer, before he squints a little. “Mm, well, while I would adore the company, I think I’ll get the best result surprising you back home.” He pauses, tilting his head a fraction closer, testing a subconscious line of whether he’s doing too much or not enough at all. “Alone.”
While it might seem like a flirtatious statement, it isn’t when it falls from the butcher’s lips. Instead, it’s a more genuine reaction he seeks, one not influenced by anyone around that might force them to act a certain way.
His dark gaze peers down to meet those bright blues of the other Ancient’s, and the butcher’s tail curls around Danta’s own in answer. His grin sharpens a fraction as if debating which he’d prefer, before he squints a little. “Mm, well, while I would adore the company, I think I’ll get the best result surprising you back home.” He pauses, tilting his head a fraction closer, testing a subconscious line of whether he’s doing too much or not enough at all. “Alone.”
While it might seem like a flirtatious statement, it isn’t when it falls from the butcher’s lips. Instead, it’s a more genuine reaction he seeks, one not influenced by anyone around that might force them to act a certain way.
Astaroth
// while the other one's kicking its way right down to hell //
