my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
“Mm, I can certainly do that.” Asta murmurs in answer to teaching Danta which fork goes to what. It’s paired with a soft chuckle, because they both know regardless of which fork he might choose to share his food with, the butcher would still eat it regardless – even if he knew the real purpose of said fork.
As he offers his own gratitude, though, he settles in with a gentle squeeze of his tail around the other Ancient’s, flashing a sharp smile. “Yes, that there is.” Things worth celebrating – like the fact they’d survived the grueling task that Leafchange had brought them with minimal difficulties. And now they get to just relax and enjoy themselves.
The waiter comes and he orders swiftly before handing off the menus and snagging Danta’s hands, thumbs stroking along the smooth and lightly silver scarred skin. “Oh? And here I was believing I was a menace for the majority of it.” His smile softens and twists a touch lopsided, tilting his head to the side where the chains fall and slip along the obsidian. “I have to thank you for putting up with me through it. I know I have a tendency to be intense at times.” They both can, but he won’t sit there and tell him thank you for putting up with me when the last time he had, Danta had said it was a similar things for Asta to put up with Danta.
They make a perfect pair, honestly.
As he offers his own gratitude, though, he settles in with a gentle squeeze of his tail around the other Ancient’s, flashing a sharp smile. “Yes, that there is.” Things worth celebrating – like the fact they’d survived the grueling task that Leafchange had brought them with minimal difficulties. And now they get to just relax and enjoy themselves.
The waiter comes and he orders swiftly before handing off the menus and snagging Danta’s hands, thumbs stroking along the smooth and lightly silver scarred skin. “Oh? And here I was believing I was a menace for the majority of it.” His smile softens and twists a touch lopsided, tilting his head to the side where the chains fall and slip along the obsidian. “I have to thank you for putting up with me through it. I know I have a tendency to be intense at times.” They both can, but he won’t sit there and tell him thank you for putting up with me when the last time he had, Danta had said it was a similar things for Asta to put up with Danta.
They make a perfect pair, honestly.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
