// don't you fight my hold on you //
“He is ugly.” Asta responds swiftly on the heels of Danta’s aww, his nose wrinkling with distaste despite the smile that remains on his face. It’s got a sharper edge, more of a flare of anticipation for the fire that clings to them even as Danta steps in to smooth out the lashing of his tail, leaving it bumping against his leg in shorter whipping motions. “What?” Asta says, turning his attention immediately to Danta with the cheeky bow, a snort leaving him. “You did not ruin my day.” It was Danta’s day, after all.
It doesn’t seem to matter much, though, because as he turns back around, he’s lashing out with fire toward the creature, immediately snapping its head from its body and the butcher watches with bright admiration before he’s sweeping in with a blast of fire that he pours into the main body of the creature, drying it out slowly but surely in furls of yellow, gold, and orange.
Nodding as he catches Danta’s gaze, he laughs softly. “You know, I imagine it would have been more appealing if it had stayed a snowman.” Instead of turning into mud completely, to slump and slorp all over the place. That, or Asta’s still not quite over the giant dragon-esque mud monster that had exploded on him (because he’s certainly keeping some distance).
It doesn’t seem to matter much, though, because as he turns back around, he’s lashing out with fire toward the creature, immediately snapping its head from its body and the butcher watches with bright admiration before he’s sweeping in with a blast of fire that he pours into the main body of the creature, drying it out slowly but surely in furls of yellow, gold, and orange.
Nodding as he catches Danta’s gaze, he laughs softly. “You know, I imagine it would have been more appealing if it had stayed a snowman.” Instead of turning into mud completely, to slump and slorp all over the place. That, or Asta’s still not quite over the giant dragon-esque mud monster that had exploded on him (because he’s certainly keeping some distance).
Astaroth
// pour the gasoline, strike your match on me //
