Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
“I had an inkling.” Asta hums with a flick of his tail, the sharp smile blooming even brighter. The shadow at his shoulder warbles a touch with its movement, the grin equally as bright as he lets Kaisel decide whether or not he wished to talk privately. He’s surprisingly patient as the soldier considers it, verbally despite not particularly needing it.
Nodding as he pulls himself from leaning against the edge of the bar, the butcher draws himself back to his full height and picture perfect posture. The shadow slips from the edge of the bar, vanishing with a little wave before Asta’s guiding him. “Hidden and large. My, Kaisel darling, you ask for a lot.” His accent drips thickly from his lips and he huffs an amused laugh, guiding him toward the Backrooms. Specifically, his office, with a worn and faded sign that says do not enter, monsters inside that’s still nailed to the door. He opens it, draws the fireplace to life, and invites Kaisel in.
The interior has a large desk with a comfortable leather chair, back to the fireplace that brings it to life. It’s clean and comfortable, though, and large enough for a spar if that’s the vibe Kaisel’s going for. “Now, which would you prefer we do first?” The moving around thing or the secret thing.
Nodding as he pulls himself from leaning against the edge of the bar, the butcher draws himself back to his full height and picture perfect posture. The shadow slips from the edge of the bar, vanishing with a little wave before Asta’s guiding him. “Hidden and large. My, Kaisel darling, you ask for a lot.” His accent drips thickly from his lips and he huffs an amused laugh, guiding him toward the Backrooms. Specifically, his office, with a worn and faded sign that says do not enter, monsters inside that’s still nailed to the door. He opens it, draws the fireplace to life, and invites Kaisel in.
The interior has a large desk with a comfortable leather chair, back to the fireplace that brings it to life. It’s clean and comfortable, though, and large enough for a spar if that’s the vibe Kaisel’s going for. “Now, which would you prefer we do first?” The moving around thing or the secret thing.
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
