// From the dust I made you now return //
“A snack, indeed.” The butcher agrees with an easy laugh as he watches the squirrels drift just far enough to not be in proximity of his wrath and the fire that licks at his fingers. “Mm, they may.” He says, regarding the squirrels that still seem somewhat visible on occasion as they peek out from around the edge of the maze, seeing if they’re following yet.
Turning his attention back to Melita as she swings her legs, her answer something that does have him picking up on the meaning, and his smile grows a touch brighter and more amused. “Well, darling, I suppose that means we can bide out time with these squirrels?” Raising a dark brow toward her, Asta smirks as he lets the fire grow into a brighter blaze, a crown of it sitting atop his head nestled in the seat of his antlers now to keep him additionally warm as he nods his chin back toward the space the squirrels still seem to be hanging out.
Turning his attention back to Melita as she swings her legs, her answer something that does have him picking up on the meaning, and his smile grows a touch brighter and more amused. “Well, darling, I suppose that means we can bide out time with these squirrels?” Raising a dark brow toward her, Asta smirks as he lets the fire grow into a brighter blaze, a crown of it sitting atop his head nestled in the seat of his antlers now to keep him additionally warm as he nods his chin back toward the space the squirrels still seem to be hanging out.
Astaroth
// bow down, bow down //
