Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
Chuckling a low sound to see Kaisel’s sheepish grin and seemingly awkward promise that he won’t tell anyone else, Asta gestures it away. “Of course it is, darling. I trust Flora and if she told you, then why would I have an issue with it?” He pokes back, raising a dark brow with a grin that’s still just a touch too sharp.
He shakes his head, though, to perhaps agree that it isn’t just Kaisel that has plans fall apart – even if he, too, is fairly certain that Kaisel steps out of his front door on just vibes and hope they end up somewhere near the goal. Asta was the opposite. He liked his plans, he liked his choices in what exactly he was intending to do each day, and oftentimes found himself annoyed when it didn’t quite go to plan. Unless it was Danta’s doing, in which it was more than understandable.
Straightening up a little to hear that Flora already kind of knows, imagining it must be a recent event rather than having been a little secret they’d kept for some time – after all, it hadn’t been that long since he’d spent time with Flora (last season, in fact), that he imagines she might have told him had she known about it beforehand.
The badgering, though, earns another low chuckle of a laugh. “Soon, hopefuly. Alas, I cannot grant you more than that. You know who my partner is.” And he’s not in the business of giving up the secret before he has the items for it and the moment he feels is just perfect enough. “I do not envy you for asking her fathers, though.” He’s very glad he doesn’t have to do any of that, admittedly. “It is wise to do that. Hopefully it goes well for you.” He murmurs a touch softer – having had the benefit of not meeting Flora’s fathers at all in their short stint of dating.
He shakes his head, though, to perhaps agree that it isn’t just Kaisel that has plans fall apart – even if he, too, is fairly certain that Kaisel steps out of his front door on just vibes and hope they end up somewhere near the goal. Asta was the opposite. He liked his plans, he liked his choices in what exactly he was intending to do each day, and oftentimes found himself annoyed when it didn’t quite go to plan. Unless it was Danta’s doing, in which it was more than understandable.
Straightening up a little to hear that Flora already kind of knows, imagining it must be a recent event rather than having been a little secret they’d kept for some time – after all, it hadn’t been that long since he’d spent time with Flora (last season, in fact), that he imagines she might have told him had she known about it beforehand.
The badgering, though, earns another low chuckle of a laugh. “Soon, hopefuly. Alas, I cannot grant you more than that. You know who my partner is.” And he’s not in the business of giving up the secret before he has the items for it and the moment he feels is just perfect enough. “I do not envy you for asking her fathers, though.” He’s very glad he doesn’t have to do any of that, admittedly. “It is wise to do that. Hopefully it goes well for you.” He murmurs a touch softer – having had the benefit of not meeting Flora’s fathers at all in their short stint of dating.
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
