[SE] I wanna show you something

// make me bleed if you need to confirm that it's something i can do //

“Lovely.” He nearly purrs at the confirmation of the plan – that it should be the combination of the time that the butcher isn’t as squirrely and aggressive as he is certainly at the beginning of the season.

Asta busies himself with the tea, however, before he’s handing the cup off to the Maverick and settling in to toast his own – a little less on the golden brown side, with a few pops of dark roasted bubbles forming that he looks forward to paired with the chocolate. “Oh, I stopped by when I prepped the reservation for our dinner.” He shoots him a cheshire’s grin, one that seems to say he’d hit two birds with one stone, before it turns mischievous in a heartbeat with his lover’s follow up comment.

He leans in sideways, shoulder pressing against the Maverick’s briefly. “Ahh, but we did accomplish quite a bit with one another, no?” The grin remains, even as he props up his pokers to snag the portions of graham cracker and chocolate to sandwich Danta’s smore’s into edible perfection, handing it back to him as a string of sticky marshmallow sticks to his finger in a long stretch.

Astaroth

// and i'll paint it red //