run, baby, run, run for your life
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine
He hopes that it will be perfect – as perfect as two beings of Dygra could make something. Honestly, the butcher shouldn’t stress it as much as he likely is and will do in the future, but for now he’s content just working to heal his wounds – to keep his head down from getting into any more shit lately just so that way Danta doesn’t find ways to need more breaks from the drama he keeps pulling him into.
It helps to have the focus on Kai’s birthday party, though. And it’s something that Asta focuses on as he peers at her through heavy lids. “I do not know the specifics, but I do recall Koa from your birthday.” And the whole putting names to faces thing they had done before all three of them had vanished into the back for a lovely send off. It leaves it open for her to talk about it and explain that particular drama, though – given how they both know talking about drama is his favorite past time.
As for the shrug, though, her actual plans come to light and he opens his eyes a little wider. “That sounds lovely.” He hums, meaning every word of it. Something sweet and thoughtful, beautiful too with the ever changing colors of the auroras. “You could host a small party if you did not wish for it to be too big, just so he knows he did not get left out?” Asta wasn’t against parties for his birthday, it was more so the fact that the last birthday party he’d had was a surprise, and that is something that’s harder for him to manage.
It helps to have the focus on Kai’s birthday party, though. And it’s something that Asta focuses on as he peers at her through heavy lids. “I do not know the specifics, but I do recall Koa from your birthday.” And the whole putting names to faces thing they had done before all three of them had vanished into the back for a lovely send off. It leaves it open for her to talk about it and explain that particular drama, though – given how they both know talking about drama is his favorite past time.
As for the shrug, though, her actual plans come to light and he opens his eyes a little wider. “That sounds lovely.” He hums, meaning every word of it. Something sweet and thoughtful, beautiful too with the ever changing colors of the auroras. “You could host a small party if you did not wish for it to be too big, just so he knows he did not get left out?” Asta wasn’t against parties for his birthday, it was more so the fact that the last birthday party he’d had was a surprise, and that is something that’s harder for him to manage.
Astaroth
run, baby, run, run for your life
