[o] keeping it PG - Positively Gory

Astaroth

i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind

He stays still as the girl takes him in, his smile twitching a touch wider to hear the woah that leaves her. It isn’t his intention to be frightening for her – not to another child of Dygra – but it becomes clear enough that she isn’t fearful of him when she beams the smile back at him and Asta nods, his dark gaze dropping toward the illustration in question that she’s been pouring over and counting as it turns out.

At her question, he straightens a touch and glances toward the door as if to determine the time before he looks back to her and nods his horned head, stepping over to the other side of the bench where he can rest the cane against the arm rest to take a seat beside her and cross one leg over the other as he leans toward her space to inspect the book. “In just this portion of the body? Or overall?” He asks her, curious despite himself over how many bones she may have counted thus far when he lets the soft accented chuckle leave him. “There are over two hundred in the human body.” He points out, reaching over to gesture to the hands in the diagram. “There are quite a few smaller ones that can get overlooked in the hands and spine.” The look he gives her is playful as it is knowing - because honestly? Asta is essentially a jar of random facts and he's more than happy too share.

give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight