// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“I still mourn leaving it.” Asta sighs dramatically, hand fluttering to his chest briefly before he reaches out the snag the glass from Danta to help him settle astride his lap. The butcher flashes an easier smile, tail waving across the tops of the blankets as he raises his glass in a mock little toast before taking a sip of it and relishing the deep, fruity taste, refreshing enough for the morning and not too full to be a nightcap.
His free hand rests against Danta’s thigh as he huffs a soft sound of a laugh, his head cocking as he regards the blonde. “How are you never constantly exhausted with that libido of yours?” He asks, lips quirking into a smirk before he straightens up and preens. “Ah, what kind of attention am I to receive?”
His free hand rests against Danta’s thigh as he huffs a soft sound of a laugh, his head cocking as he regards the blonde. “How are you never constantly exhausted with that libido of yours?” He asks, lips quirking into a smirk before he straightens up and preens. “Ah, what kind of attention am I to receive?”
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
