mississippi boys, inner city boys

you were destined for the glory, the honor and the fame
i was destined for the bullet, to be the gun with no name

It’s a dazzlingly sharp smile that’s offered to the blonde as he hears the words, proving that he’s flattered quite well by the compliment. As such, his eyes remain glittering with playfulness even as Danta’s hand lifts to brush the lock of hair from his face, trailing along a warm, darkly tanned cheek, and then to his lips. He’s half tempted to snap at him for sheer nostalgia, but given the injuries Danta already has, he keeps his teeth to himself. “It is a good thing that you have my complete and undivided attention then, isn’t it?” He hums playfully, allowing Danta to dip out to get ready.

He does notice the wince with the light tank top, and having brought nothing else but this for swimming, Astaroth opts to keep the same on for the trek to the fountain. “You are making my job easy, you know.” He teases, tail waving contently behind him as he trails after Danta toward the door, opening it and gesturing for him to step out first.

The streets are mostly dead this time of night aside from the occasional drifter, and with the light salty breeze that pours through the alleys of Haulani, Astaroth breathes nice and deeply, uncaring whether anyone decides to ogle his scars. “I wonder if it may be worth getting something similar to the fountain in the Grounds..? After the rage room, of course.” He muses thoughtfully, glancing sidelong toward Danta to see what his thoughts are.

Astaroth

fate's been playing the long game on us, sweetheart