so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
Letting the satisfaction grow in a smirk on his face, Astaroth nods. He also doesn’t want to have to deal with the bag at the present moment when he’s quite content to have Danta in his lap, a book in one hand, and tail wound around the other man wherever he can reach. “Good.” The butcher hums, settling to sit back against the board and flip the book to the first page, adjusting his sunglasses ever so slightly until the roar captures both of the Ancient’s attention.
Asta looks for a bit longer, more entertained than anything else — forgetting about the book momentarily as he sees lightning strikes erupt down the beach. Customs? He doubts that’s what this is, but rather than correct the other man, the butcher merely smirks as he focuses on the show. “That is a lot of lightning.” He hums, lips quirked into that same satisfied smirk as he watches the show rather than starting to read.
Asta looks for a bit longer, more entertained than anything else — forgetting about the book momentarily as he sees lightning strikes erupt down the beach. Customs? He doubts that’s what this is, but rather than correct the other man, the butcher merely smirks as he focuses on the show. “That is a lot of lightning.” He hums, lips quirked into that same satisfied smirk as he watches the show rather than starting to read.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
