reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
He expects it, if he’s being honest. Something over the top, something to trip him up on the path he takes – feet carefully following along the edge of the rocks. He expects a tail to fly out to trip him up, or a sudden shove from his lover (which he’d likely be able to see either with how far Danta is from him right now). But as he balances along the edge of the rocks, he glances over toward the Maverick as he approaches.
Not with mischief or innocence, but with intent. At first he thinks it’s a hug, arms winding around him in a way that would suggest the sort, until of course Danta doesn’t stop. The intentional press of his body against his and the grappling has Asta reaching for Danta’s shoulders, winding his arms around them as a grunt of surprise leaves him – one that breaks into a cackling laugh akin to a hyena. “Hey!” He calls, briefly, before the wind is taken out of his lungs with how he back hits the stones beneath the water. "Oof--"
It's with a moment of hesitation as he realizes where they are, before the retaliation comes in, legs immediately trying to hook around Danta’s to spin them, scrabbling at his shoulders to try and keep the Maverick’s hands from keeping him on his back for too much longer. The action is very much that of a cat trying not to get more wet, scrambling for purchase on flipping Danta over so that he can rise from the rainbow water, dripping wet but at least no longer deep in it.
Not with mischief or innocence, but with intent. At first he thinks it’s a hug, arms winding around him in a way that would suggest the sort, until of course Danta doesn’t stop. The intentional press of his body against his and the grappling has Asta reaching for Danta’s shoulders, winding his arms around them as a grunt of surprise leaves him – one that breaks into a cackling laugh akin to a hyena. “Hey!” He calls, briefly, before the wind is taken out of his lungs with how he back hits the stones beneath the water. "Oof--"
It's with a moment of hesitation as he realizes where they are, before the retaliation comes in, legs immediately trying to hook around Danta’s to spin them, scrabbling at his shoulders to try and keep the Maverick’s hands from keeping him on his back for too much longer. The action is very much that of a cat trying not to get more wet, scrambling for purchase on flipping Danta over so that he can rise from the rainbow water, dripping wet but at least no longer deep in it.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
