Astaroth
// but if you think I'm misery,
Luckily for them all, the butcher has been packing a few of his things to make it easier to transport – and as such, he’s completely unaware of Danta spilling the beans on their bet. Which is probably for the better, because then Asta would feel the need to explain himself and how he does have faith in Charlie, but given what she often drank during the times that they had hung out, it’s only been tea. And he knows how much of a lightweight he’d been when he’d just returned from stone…
Anyway.
It’s about the time that they reach the door that Astaroth’s standing perched on an overturned crate to collect his trinkets (bones. so many bones. in the form of windchimes and jewelry holders etc.) It’s almost archaic in comparison to his typical well dressed attire – but it truly bridges the gap between Whitebrim Cannibal and Gentleman Butcher, idly working away until Danta has returned from retrieving the priestess.
Anyway.
It’s about the time that they reach the door that Astaroth’s standing perched on an overturned crate to collect his trinkets (bones. so many bones. in the form of windchimes and jewelry holders etc.) It’s almost archaic in comparison to his typical well dressed attire – but it truly bridges the gap between Whitebrim Cannibal and Gentleman Butcher, idly working away until Danta has returned from retrieving the priestess.
then baby, all the company,
it never leaves me alone, no //
it never leaves me alone, no //
