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
More than doable, if the carts leading up to the beach have anything to say about it. They dot the edges of the walkway – as close to a boardwalk as the Rainbow Road could get toward the beach to the ocean, and the butcher’s already scanning inside them as they pass for something of note. The walk and heat radiating from the stones and Torchline itself already begin to dry them a fraction, though not where Asta’s arm remains wound around Danta to keep him close. “I will gladly try a pina colada.” His lips twitch toward a smile as Danta plans out their day.
And honestly? It sounds perfect. Enough that the butcher’s tail flicks in delight, spraying lingering water across the two Ancient’s heels. “Yes. That sounds lovely, darling.” He purrs, giving Danta a squeeze before he’s loosening his hold a touch, guiding Danta toward the stall on their left as he eyes a large towel and a parasol he intends to get (he realizes it’s vacation but he’d rather not get sunburned). “Would you like to go and secure the drinks?” He asks with another affectionate smile sent Danta’s way.
And honestly? It sounds perfect. Enough that the butcher’s tail flicks in delight, spraying lingering water across the two Ancient’s heels. “Yes. That sounds lovely, darling.” He purrs, giving Danta a squeeze before he’s loosening his hold a touch, guiding Danta toward the stall on their left as he eyes a large towel and a parasol he intends to get (he realizes it’s vacation but he’d rather not get sunburned). “Would you like to go and secure the drinks?” He asks with another affectionate smile sent Danta’s way.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
