Astaroth
i think i'm the devil in disguise, here's my state of mind
Her confusion so blatant on her face makes it hard for Asta to hide the soft laugh that escapes him, warm and playful as he shakes his head slightly. “No, I believe the fountain harbors quite a bit more than that amount.” He tries to think of something that might be similar to what she knows, his head tilting as he thinks about it. “Those… large bottles your mother has? Imagine five of them. That should be close to the amount.” At least close enough that she could imagine how much it was. Hopefully.
The next explanation is easier for him to describe, the answer that there are better places than others for blood to be drawn depending on the situation. And as her small finger stops atop the forearm with little vein structures and asks, the butcher’s smile twists a bit brighter. “Exactly right, darling.”
The next explanation is easier for him to describe, the answer that there are better places than others for blood to be drawn depending on the situation. And as her small finger stops atop the forearm with little vein structures and asks, the butcher’s smile twists a bit brighter. “Exactly right, darling.”
give me destruction, tell me i'm scrumptious
i'm a fucking delight
i'm a fucking delight
