// nothing is as simple, I worship, you're my temple //
“Oh meee,” Asta drawls with an easy grin and absolute amusement that his charm has hit as well as it has. He can tell based off of the squeeze to his side as they turn in their eggs, and while he unloads each of his eggs to the vendor (feeling a touch like a hen about them), the butcher’s tail sweeps against the side of Dantalion’s leg as he withdraws his prizes – inspecting them curiously before he hears his lover's question.
Blinking while he’s shaking the snow globe in his hands, he hears the sigh of a balloon losing air with a huff of a laugh that interrupts any kind of answer he has for Danta. “My shoelaces?” He asks, playfully offended that Danta would suggest such a thing. “Darling, we can do much better than that.” As such, he reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket, searching for something when he procures a piece of string (kept on hand for potential small tourniquet needs (don’t ask). “Will this suffice?”
Blinking while he’s shaking the snow globe in his hands, he hears the sigh of a balloon losing air with a huff of a laugh that interrupts any kind of answer he has for Danta. “My shoelaces?” He asks, playfully offended that Danta would suggest such a thing. “Darling, we can do much better than that.” As such, he reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket, searching for something when he procures a piece of string (kept on hand for potential small tourniquet needs (don’t ask). “Will this suffice?”
Astaroth
// and heaven, hold your gates open //
