so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
i can give you what you crave, just not for free
It’s the annual vacation – Torchline during the hottest part of the year and Asta makes no exception for escaping the heat of the Hollowed Grounds for that of the tropical climate of the coast. Having already dropped their bags off at the Wildering House, the butcher’s said hello to the resident spirits, collected his sunglasses, donned his usual fit of an open floral button up shirt – though revamped now to have the appearance of little fyrhunds running throughout the floral patterns, a deep blood red and black rather than the black and white of before. He pairs it with a nice pair of black shorts, anything to try and soak up as much of the heat as possible.
They’re just departing to slip out into Torchline proper, and like usual with the butcher when it comes to vacation, the intensity of his façade shifts toward that of truly being on vacation and caring far less than he usually did. His arm slips around Danta’s shoulders, a shark toothed grin aimed at his lover as he glances over at him over the rim of his sunglasses. “Flora told me that the Hanged Man burned down in a flair of absolute dramatics. Which means we may be asked to help rebuild it at some point.” He offers out easily, tail flicking playfully as he soaks in the sun that beats down on them, surprisingly extremely relaxed.
They’re just departing to slip out into Torchline proper, and like usual with the butcher when it comes to vacation, the intensity of his façade shifts toward that of truly being on vacation and caring far less than he usually did. His arm slips around Danta’s shoulders, a shark toothed grin aimed at his lover as he glances over at him over the rim of his sunglasses. “Flora told me that the Hanged Man burned down in a flair of absolute dramatics. Which means we may be asked to help rebuild it at some point.” He offers out easily, tail flicking playfully as he soaks in the sun that beats down on them, surprisingly extremely relaxed.
Astaroth
you know what's on the line
