// tell me i'm forgiven, say you'll always be mine //
It’s not a deal with anything magical occurring, but it is one that the butcher will remember and call upon at some time in the future. So, perhaps it’s under the threat of that in which the butcher doesn’t feel the need to add the fanfare to their deal. Instead, the smirk remains when he explains the Blood Moon and how it affected those within – how he might have overreacted too. But then Kaisel’s talking about how he’d thought he’d lost his mind, how Flora had suspected a spiked drink or a curse. And honestly? He can see why they might think so. “Luckily for you, it was simply the festival.”
Hearing the laughter as he questions about the puppet show, the butcher’s smile remains bright and sharp as he catches the wary glance. His fingers still play with the wrapping paper, cracking it open in a neat reversal of how it was likely wrapped, slipping the box out from the paper and folding it neatly and small enough to bring with him. Before he has a chance to slip it into his pocket, Asta chuckles softly. “Good, I am glad to know it worked, then.” He smirks, before he settles.
Pausing before he opens the box, he glances sidelong at Kaisel curiously. “I imagine he would not be opposed to the visit.” Neither is Asta for reference. “We do both adore the hot tub, after all.” A smile remains on his face, bright and curious to see if he’d balk at the idea just as he had before. He pretends to focus on opening the box but half of him is paying attention for Kaisel's response, long slender fingers plucking out the items before he responds to them - clearly charmed and pleased by the gifts and the tea especially.
Hearing the laughter as he questions about the puppet show, the butcher’s smile remains bright and sharp as he catches the wary glance. His fingers still play with the wrapping paper, cracking it open in a neat reversal of how it was likely wrapped, slipping the box out from the paper and folding it neatly and small enough to bring with him. Before he has a chance to slip it into his pocket, Asta chuckles softly. “Good, I am glad to know it worked, then.” He smirks, before he settles.
Pausing before he opens the box, he glances sidelong at Kaisel curiously. “I imagine he would not be opposed to the visit.” Neither is Asta for reference. “We do both adore the hot tub, after all.” A smile remains on his face, bright and curious to see if he’d balk at the idea just as he had before. He pretends to focus on opening the box but half of him is paying attention for Kaisel's response, long slender fingers plucking out the items before he responds to them - clearly charmed and pleased by the gifts and the tea especially.
Astaroth
// say that everything is over, tell me i'm fine //
