Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Danta carries the more fragile of boxes, but that doesn’t mean that Astaroth won’t help with some of the other crates as well. So as Danta takes the lead, the butcher returns to being the Maverick’s shadow, another crate in hand of whatever Danta deemed necessary to build the location of the rage room and decorate it, but a bag sits on his shoulder as well of other valuable trinkets to decorate with.
He sidles up beside the blonde as he calls out to their priestess, tail swishing idly at his heels, shoulder brushing along Danta’s own with a soft knowing grin, still sharp and eager, as if the idea of the rage room still sparked all kinds of wicked thoughts to run through his head. As if to avoid letting them out, though, a soft hum leaves him. “I am at your mercy, darling.”
Asta arrives with a crate from outside and a backpack full of bones!!
He sidles up beside the blonde as he calls out to their priestess, tail swishing idly at his heels, shoulder brushing along Danta’s own with a soft knowing grin, still sharp and eager, as if the idea of the rage room still sparked all kinds of wicked thoughts to run through his head. As if to avoid letting them out, though, a soft hum leaves him. “I am at your mercy, darling.”
Asta arrives with a crate from outside and a backpack full of bones!!
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
