// seven, six, five, four, three, two, one //
Snorting at the mention of Colt being admirably delusional, it’s only as he puts the pieces together to recall who the face of this unnamed friend was when it came to the desert – paired with Flora’s birthday party and the person he’d had to act as a bouncer to. And based off the social norms of friendship, he’s supposed to despise Colt until Flora says otherwise, but it doesn’t stop him from glancing sidelong at his friend to shoot her a sheepish smirk. “Do let me know if she has any intention of getting rid of the bones in the Boneyard. I would be quite glad to take some off her hands.” He might anyway before she realizes it, but that’s neither here nor there.
As they walk and he turns his attention back to her and the quest, Asta’s tail flicks behind him in time with Thalassa’s own. “Ooh.” He hums, dramatically captivated as his smirk blooms brighter, shifting toward a grin before he’s nudging her with his elbow. “Lightning, yes? Well, what tasks must you complete?” He asks, raising a brow. He has his own set of tasks from Dygra herself for upgrading his cane, so he's curious to see how they line up.
As they walk and he turns his attention back to her and the quest, Asta’s tail flicks behind him in time with Thalassa’s own. “Ooh.” He hums, dramatically captivated as his smirk blooms brighter, shifting toward a grin before he’s nudging her with his elbow. “Lightning, yes? Well, what tasks must you complete?” He asks, raising a brow. He has his own set of tasks from Dygra herself for upgrading his cane, so he's curious to see how they line up.
Astaroth
// everybody's got a name, everybody's got a number //
