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
He notes the muted reaction — and Flora’s announcement just prior to this lingers in his mind. But, ever the man with the mask, Asta’s smile is still sharp and appreciative as it was before, even if hers doesn’t shine nearly as bright as his. Wiping the bladed cane against the long dune grasses to clean up the blood from its blade, he listens to her song with content as her own blades recall. “Very much.” He purrs to her, straightening up to fix his posture and flash a brilliant smile.
Stepping closer to her now, another indicator that he considers her one of his closest friends, he offers his elbow out for her to take should she wish to (though he knows it could go 50/50 of whether or not she will), turning his attention back to the path to the Marauder through the Boondocks of King’s End. “I am getting old, evidently. This whole ordeal has been exhausting.” The tones of his voice flare higher in his dramatics, going so far as to add a brief and little slouch to his shoulders.
Stepping closer to her now, another indicator that he considers her one of his closest friends, he offers his elbow out for her to take should she wish to (though he knows it could go 50/50 of whether or not she will), turning his attention back to the path to the Marauder through the Boondocks of King’s End. “I am getting old, evidently. This whole ordeal has been exhausting.” The tones of his voice flare higher in his dramatics, going so far as to add a brief and little slouch to his shoulders.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
