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
Rolling his eyes playfully, the butcher adjusts the sunglasses on his nose ever so slightly, before heaving a soft sigh of agreement. “I was always smiling, is that not the first rule of approachability?” Flashing that same grin down toward the blonde before he gets distracted, Astaroth knows precisely why it wasn’t as comforting as people would have otherwise wanted.
Those teeth were often far more threatening than anything else he had.
But alas, the fight is taking his attention and Danta situates himself to take a look, and it shakes him out of it enough to let the fight continue (and man, does it not disappoint.) Settling back down, Asta’s hand returns to stroking through the blonde locks. “Not our problem, correct, darling?” He asks with a soft laugh. “I should probably start the book so that you might actually get some sleep.” Now that it looks like the fight is ramping down.
His tail lifts, pressing the spaded edge against Danta’s collarbone in gentle strokes as he tries to get the book propped open to page one with a single hand.
Those teeth were often far more threatening than anything else he had.
But alas, the fight is taking his attention and Danta situates himself to take a look, and it shakes him out of it enough to let the fight continue (and man, does it not disappoint.) Settling back down, Asta’s hand returns to stroking through the blonde locks. “Not our problem, correct, darling?” He asks with a soft laugh. “I should probably start the book so that you might actually get some sleep.” Now that it looks like the fight is ramping down.
His tail lifts, pressing the spaded edge against Danta’s collarbone in gentle strokes as he tries to get the book propped open to page one with a single hand.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
