// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //
Asta can’t help the soft rumble of a laugh that slips from his lips, his smile twisting into a quirked smile, enough that the sharpened tip of one of his canines is visible – elongated and sharper somehow than the others. “That is fair. Perhaps it would be the same if I had a crowbar rather than a cane.” They might never know, though, partial as the butcher is for his canes and general brutality.
Either way, Asta begins to carve out the lines, marking which spaces will need the majority of the bone to be removed but only starting superficially to start. “Perfect. You can take this one to test with, if you would like?” He sets one of the tools down, reaching for the scrap sample where he’d practiced different strokes and carving techniques as if to refine it, leaving a perfectly hollow spot for the necromancer to test some gold inlay before laying it into the one they’re working on.
Either way, Asta begins to carve out the lines, marking which spaces will need the majority of the bone to be removed but only starting superficially to start. “Perfect. You can take this one to test with, if you would like?” He sets one of the tools down, reaching for the scrap sample where he’d practiced different strokes and carving techniques as if to refine it, leaving a perfectly hollow spot for the necromancer to test some gold inlay before laying it into the one they’re working on.
Astaroth
// and i'll paint it red //
