// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
It’s an affectionate eye roll that leaves him as he schools his face into that easy day to day one, ensuring that the Ancient that receives the soup is as comfortable as can be in spite of the weathery circumstances. As he bids them a quiet farewell and straightens out to his full height, he inspects the soup when the lid is lifted – humming a note of appreciation as the scent and steam hits his face, too. “It means it is more nutritious and shall keep everyone full longer.” With the amount of protein added, that is. And as he hums a note of agreement that it does smell good, he accepts the nudge with a slight twist of getting a bit closer, taking note of just how empty the stall had become.
“I am fairly certain the temperature has dropped in half since I arrived.” Which had been not that long before, honestly. But – it’s fine, because as he glances back toward the non-existent line and the large amount of soup left, the butcher snags two bowls for the both of them, holding them up to be filled – only the hand with the arm that’s still working on healing fully shakes a little, tough Asta pretends not to notice. “Would you like to learn a secret, darling?” He asks playfully, ignoring the trembling of his hand to focus on his lover’s face with that same playful smile.
“I am fairly certain the temperature has dropped in half since I arrived.” Which had been not that long before, honestly. But – it’s fine, because as he glances back toward the non-existent line and the large amount of soup left, the butcher snags two bowls for the both of them, holding them up to be filled – only the hand with the arm that’s still working on healing fully shakes a little, tough Asta pretends not to notice. “Would you like to learn a secret, darling?” He asks playfully, ignoring the trembling of his hand to focus on his lover’s face with that same playful smile.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
