the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
“Ghosts, spirits, specters.” Asta adds on as if placing them all in the same category. Not that he really believed in ghosts, of course. Not when he was the main character of spooky ghost stories long before now. At any rate, the butcher’s smile is still just as bright, pale in comparison to the suntanned hue of his skin and the redness of his ears that have only just started to relax now that their trek into the cold is over.
The Dusklight is as beautifully vibrant and busy as usual, and it bolsters Astaroth’s mood even further as they delve in, following Danta’s lead as he makes his intentions known. “Take however long you like, darling.” He won’t complain, especially not if he gets to continue to casually ogle the Maverick while he places the portions of their protections amongst the bar itself. And with it, he sidles up to the opposite side of the bar, leaning against it briefly as he casually takes a look of the place to see just how things were going (ie, if he was needed) before he turns back to the Maverick. “Perhaps we should bring up another bottle of wine?” He suggests casually, tail flicking easily, hung low just barely above the ground.
The Dusklight is as beautifully vibrant and busy as usual, and it bolsters Astaroth’s mood even further as they delve in, following Danta’s lead as he makes his intentions known. “Take however long you like, darling.” He won’t complain, especially not if he gets to continue to casually ogle the Maverick while he places the portions of their protections amongst the bar itself. And with it, he sidles up to the opposite side of the bar, leaning against it briefly as he casually takes a look of the place to see just how things were going (ie, if he was needed) before he turns back to the Maverick. “Perhaps we should bring up another bottle of wine?” He suggests casually, tail flicking easily, hung low just barely above the ground.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
