run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
“Good.” Asta determines, because he certainly could try to be gentler, but it isn’t his problem, what the demigod is going through. The only thing that softens him about it is the fact that Danta cares. And for that, he tries to at least put some semblance of effort in.
Softening enough to let a snort leave his nose, the butcher nods his head and snags three different bottles — a dark Halovian whiskey, a refreshingly sweet infused vodka, and a scotch. “You are wise, darling.” He hums to Danta, following moments after to head up to their room with three glasses in hand.
By the time everyone else gets there, the bottles will be on display on a table along with the glasses to be chosen between. The cane set aside and the fine coat slipped out of and hung, leaving him in the dark green vest and the slightly charred dress shirt — still quite overdressed all things considered.
Softening enough to let a snort leave his nose, the butcher nods his head and snags three different bottles — a dark Halovian whiskey, a refreshingly sweet infused vodka, and a scotch. “You are wise, darling.” He hums to Danta, following moments after to head up to their room with three glasses in hand.
By the time everyone else gets there, the bottles will be on display on a table along with the glasses to be chosen between. The cane set aside and the fine coat slipped out of and hung, leaving him in the dark green vest and the slightly charred dress shirt — still quite overdressed all things considered.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
