// Greed won't rest 'til he's crowned as a king //
He does often have great ideas, but when it comes to the first item on the agenda of warming up, the butcher huffs a laugh as the warmth of the Dusklight starts to settle deep in his bones. “Well, that isn’t getting warmer if we are temporarily getting colder first.” He points out, petulantly and more brattish as his dark gaze slips toward his fiancé as they step toward the kitchens. “But it is necessary, I suppose.” He sighs, like he’s having this little argument in his head over whether or not it was worth it.
It was, of course. Because if Asta had a preference for the people he devoured, it was often the Attuned that made it to the top. But, either way, he wrinkles his nose to Danta’s glance toward his torn pantleg and the blood that has seeped into the sweaters and what not. “Yes, yes, I am unfortunately aware.” He sighs softly, all drama and honestly portraying a wet-dog kind of appearance before he perks up with the mention of liquor shots.
“Hmm, two shots of Halovian whiskey and I should be right as rain, darling.” He drawls to the blonde, his shark-tooth smile bright and only a smidge bloodstained as he turns back to the ice boxes to lower the bag of the body into the ice box before his hands are fully free to wind around Danta’s middle so they can hurry out of the cold, prompted quicker by the violent shiver that races down his spine and shakes his shoulders.
It was, of course. Because if Asta had a preference for the people he devoured, it was often the Attuned that made it to the top. But, either way, he wrinkles his nose to Danta’s glance toward his torn pantleg and the blood that has seeped into the sweaters and what not. “Yes, yes, I am unfortunately aware.” He sighs softly, all drama and honestly portraying a wet-dog kind of appearance before he perks up with the mention of liquor shots.
“Hmm, two shots of Halovian whiskey and I should be right as rain, darling.” He drawls to the blonde, his shark-tooth smile bright and only a smidge bloodstained as he turns back to the ice boxes to lower the bag of the body into the ice box before his hands are fully free to wind around Danta’s middle so they can hurry out of the cold, prompted quicker by the violent shiver that races down his spine and shakes his shoulders.
Astaroth
// From the land to the sea, he'll take all that he needs //
