// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“From the before times.” Asta agrees, before the drum roll begins and Danta has returned his fingers a safe distance from the butcher’s face. Contently watching as the next card flips and is revealed to be the three of coins. Which, truthfully, he’s glad Danta has decided to make it that his riches would triple because for an honest to Dygra second, the butcher thinks he’s going to randomly find three coins.
Which.. is fine?
Anyway, he chuckles lightly before he starts to settle back into the bed, rolling onto his back to stretch out his sore bones, his stomach hollowing beneath his ribcage with the movement as he casually, and in his deeper accent from the stretch, hums an easy and playful “will they triple because you are my employer and have decided that I am doing a phenomenal job?” tilting his head toward Danta with a too sharp, mischievous grin, the butcher’s laugh is muted as he tries to keep it down.
Which.. is fine?
Anyway, he chuckles lightly before he starts to settle back into the bed, rolling onto his back to stretch out his sore bones, his stomach hollowing beneath his ribcage with the movement as he casually, and in his deeper accent from the stretch, hums an easy and playful “will they triple because you are my employer and have decided that I am doing a phenomenal job?” tilting his head toward Danta with a too sharp, mischievous grin, the butcher’s laugh is muted as he tries to keep it down.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
