// we can't see the end from the start //
It isn’t time for the dramatics to be over it seems as Flora offers him a very standard answer for what it was like to be channeled, with very little space for wiggle room. At least it makes it easier to know he could potentially avoid doing some damage to those he liked, but for the rest of it? He frowns and sighs. “I have never been a point and shoot kind of man.” But perhaps for the sake of being Dygra’s, he’s inclined to learn how to be more of a weapon (a Butcher) than a hunter.
All overdone dramatics start to filter away with the possibility of wishlists being laid out, because if there was one thing the Butcher adored it was shopping and creating. And he may be okay with it if people channeled him and gave him apt gifts in return for such a sacrifice. “Ooh, yes, that is a beautiful idea.” Already imagining the varying places he might set one up, he mulls on it as mischief enters Flora’s gaze and makes way for curiosity.
It’s enough of a shift that his attention is rapt upon her, a small smile tugging back at the corners of his lips. “Can you?” He asks, though it’s more rhetorical than anything. She already said she could, and what better than to practice it among friends rather than the heat of the moment where he’d be expected to perform and get pulled all over Caido’s face.
He mulls it over some more, the glass spinning in his hand before he lifts it and downs the rest of the drink – a hefty amount that he will be feeling shortly, before he’s standing and shooting her a playful and somewhat shit-eating grin. It’s vacation, after all. He sweeps a bow toward her and straightens up with a low rumble of “well, I suppose you should do your worst, darling.” Smirking, Asta rises back to his full height. “What do I have to do?” He doubts anything, but if she wanted him to step out the back door to the pools so she could call him without vacating the room, he would.
For science and experimenting, obviously.
All overdone dramatics start to filter away with the possibility of wishlists being laid out, because if there was one thing the Butcher adored it was shopping and creating. And he may be okay with it if people channeled him and gave him apt gifts in return for such a sacrifice. “Ooh, yes, that is a beautiful idea.” Already imagining the varying places he might set one up, he mulls on it as mischief enters Flora’s gaze and makes way for curiosity.
It’s enough of a shift that his attention is rapt upon her, a small smile tugging back at the corners of his lips. “Can you?” He asks, though it’s more rhetorical than anything. She already said she could, and what better than to practice it among friends rather than the heat of the moment where he’d be expected to perform and get pulled all over Caido’s face.
He mulls it over some more, the glass spinning in his hand before he lifts it and downs the rest of the drink – a hefty amount that he will be feeling shortly, before he’s standing and shooting her a playful and somewhat shit-eating grin. It’s vacation, after all. He sweeps a bow toward her and straightens up with a low rumble of “well, I suppose you should do your worst, darling.” Smirking, Asta rises back to his full height. “What do I have to do?” He doubts anything, but if she wanted him to step out the back door to the pools so she could call him without vacating the room, he would.
For science and experimenting, obviously.
Astaroth
// but i don't fear the dark //
