// up above so, up above so quiet //
He too wonders if it’s fallen on him, with the gasp of an inhale he takes as if prepping for round two. But his hands drop, and without the feeling of webbing stuck to them like a hair you can’t swipe away, he fully looks up to the awning with a sneer, hearing Danta’s voice distantly. The spider curls back in and Asta straightens, trying to catch his breath, wiping his hands that are very much empty against the sides of his waistcoat and trying to put himself somewhat back together. “Listen.. I didn’t see where it was. I only saw the web and I thought it was in my horns.” He says with a whine and his full Whitebrim accent, but Asta’s confusion and panic are numbed enough that Danta’s laughter has a low hum escaping the butcher in return.
Casting one more look up at the void infected wine spider, the butcher shakes his head and leans a little away from it to make sure it didn’t fall on him if it lost its balance. “I feel like I had a heart attack.” He admits with another series of laughs, leaning forward to rest his head into the palm of his hand, still trying to unsuccessfully catch his breath while his tail continues to whip at his heels.
Casting one more look up at the void infected wine spider, the butcher shakes his head and leans a little away from it to make sure it didn’t fall on him if it lost its balance. “I feel like I had a heart attack.” He admits with another series of laughs, leaning forward to rest his head into the palm of his hand, still trying to unsuccessfully catch his breath while his tail continues to whip at his heels.
Astaroth
// down below so, down below so violent //
