so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats
He does sit pretty, as far as Asta’s concerned. And he spends his time looking over all the wounds and burning away what he can before cleaning him up and applying the bandages. “He is an odd one.” He mutters as he works, applying the bandages and settling back to puff off of his cigarette by the time Danta’s question has reached him witht eh handsome smirk over his shoulder. “Yes, I would say so.” He hums confidently, his tail flicking playfully as he straightens and lets a bit of fire continue to slip from his fingers, caressing Danta’s cheek and jaw in a fiery sticky-hand of flame.
Hearing that Flora would probably not appreciate the very vital (in his opinion) lesson that the butcher would love nothing more than to offer Kaisel, he puffs out a smoky sigh of dramatics until Danta’s stoking his ego a touch more. “Mm, I suppose.” He sighs, the exhale a slow one. “It would be fun, however.” He muses with a smirk, invading Danta's space again. "How is your arm and shoulder feeling now?"
Hearing that Flora would probably not appreciate the very vital (in his opinion) lesson that the butcher would love nothing more than to offer Kaisel, he puffs out a smoky sigh of dramatics until Danta’s stoking his ego a touch more. “Mm, I suppose.” He sighs, the exhale a slow one. “It would be fun, however.” He muses with a smirk, invading Danta's space again. "How is your arm and shoulder feeling now?"
Astaroth
so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine
