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
Touché, he supposes. But he’s so focused on Danta straightening up that as he gets his feet under him and the shoulder pain compartmentalized for the moment in favor of Danta’s health, the butcher frowns to see him in so much pain. But a familiar space to heal would be preferable to this.
As such, he stands and straightens silently, nodding to Danta’s painful admission, only to see in the corner of his eyes as the interns appear, and already he’s baring his sharp teeth — only for it to be unfounded. Dumbly accepting the cloak and the basket of pain meds, he snorts a little under his breath. “Thank you.” He hums to them before they’re being rushed toward the doors and Asta buttons the cloak to stay on despite one arm not being within its sleeve, and offers his elbow over to Danta for support. “Let us get home, mm?” He asks, still quiet and defeated, but there’s a glimmer of excitement in returning to the Dusklight for gods know how long until they can recover.
As such, he stands and straightens silently, nodding to Danta’s painful admission, only to see in the corner of his eyes as the interns appear, and already he’s baring his sharp teeth — only for it to be unfounded. Dumbly accepting the cloak and the basket of pain meds, he snorts a little under his breath. “Thank you.” He hums to them before they’re being rushed toward the doors and Asta buttons the cloak to stay on despite one arm not being within its sleeve, and offers his elbow over to Danta for support. “Let us get home, mm?” He asks, still quiet and defeated, but there’s a glimmer of excitement in returning to the Dusklight for gods know how long until they can recover.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
