// And they glow, with the help of Lucifer Yellow //
Oh and he does, immensely, evident with the way his tail threatens to wag. He keeps it in line, enough at least such that when the sign is fully placed and Asta bites his tongue on any correction to the spelling. It’s actually kind of adorable and mildy more threatening, he thinks, as he feels Danta drape against his side.
His arm tightens slightly, relishing in the closeness and hiding the yawn the best he can as Danta turns them back toward the doors and he drifts along as though being this close to his fiancé was his favorite place to be (it is). “You are a lifesaver, darling.” He boasts proudly, only releasing Danta to help him check the door. And when everything is satisfactory, Asta starts to slip the gloves off his fingers the closer they get to the bar.
“Ooh, I would love to.” He hums, a little more of a pep in his step with the promise of wine and maybe a snack should they find some on their way. His fingers are tinged a touch grey at the very ends, but he pays the deadened feeling little mind, slipping behind the bar with an easier smile than last season had to greet the workers. He already knows which wine he wants, snagging the bottle with a wink to the bartender before he snags a plate of prosciutto and cheese and looking like a smug cat that’s caught its prey as he returns to Danta’s side. “I thought a Syrah might be nice. Peppery and warm to warm us up, hm?”
His arm tightens slightly, relishing in the closeness and hiding the yawn the best he can as Danta turns them back toward the doors and he drifts along as though being this close to his fiancé was his favorite place to be (it is). “You are a lifesaver, darling.” He boasts proudly, only releasing Danta to help him check the door. And when everything is satisfactory, Asta starts to slip the gloves off his fingers the closer they get to the bar.
“Ooh, I would love to.” He hums, a little more of a pep in his step with the promise of wine and maybe a snack should they find some on their way. His fingers are tinged a touch grey at the very ends, but he pays the deadened feeling little mind, slipping behind the bar with an easier smile than last season had to greet the workers. He already knows which wine he wants, snagging the bottle with a wink to the bartender before he snags a plate of prosciutto and cheese and looking like a smug cat that’s caught its prey as he returns to Danta’s side. “I thought a Syrah might be nice. Peppery and warm to warm us up, hm?”
Astaroth
// I had it, concerning madness, sink into satin, focus on the static //
