If you're standing in the cold out of fear your flaws will show
“The foxes were lovely.” He says in defense of the sweater choice. Not like he really needs to, but the butcher’s grin is sharp and playful as can be, as if proving the point that he very much would wear said fox sweater again. Like it may or may not be packed up in the bags left in their room at Flora’s house.
He takes a sip of his own drink at precisely the wrong time, however, because Flora mentions boyfriend and Danta reacts precisely at the time Asta turns away to stop himself from choking on the alcohol, feeling the burn of it as it becomes trapped in his throat. Hiding the cough as best he can, he turns to look back at Flora with a raised brow and a smile that’s a smidge flimsy as he holds in another cough.
“Is this a new man or…?” Had she told them about him before or was it someone completely new? And perhaps it had happened when he’d been so overwhelmed with his emotions and napping to have not properly checked in with her over the seasons. At any rate, he recovers enough to slip up beside Danta again, arm brushing by his own as his tail twitches in an almost frantic kind of sway as opposed to the usual ease of a wag.
He takes a sip of his own drink at precisely the wrong time, however, because Flora mentions boyfriend and Danta reacts precisely at the time Asta turns away to stop himself from choking on the alcohol, feeling the burn of it as it becomes trapped in his throat. Hiding the cough as best he can, he turns to look back at Flora with a raised brow and a smile that’s a smidge flimsy as he holds in another cough.
“Is this a new man or…?” Had she told them about him before or was it someone completely new? And perhaps it had happened when he’d been so overwhelmed with his emotions and napping to have not properly checked in with her over the seasons. At any rate, he recovers enough to slip up beside Danta again, arm brushing by his own as his tail twitches in an almost frantic kind of sway as opposed to the usual ease of a wag.
Astaroth
We can live out where the warmth is 'til our names are etched in stone
