// and rise with me forever across the silent sand //
“Oh I am well aware, darling.” The Butcher purrs as he ties the bib around his neck, withdrawing slightly to grin a too sharp smile at the dancing chef lobster, and when the question reaches him and the delight he sees radiating from his fiance’s face, Asta snickers slightly, a sound he doesn’t often do. “Mm, well, you are red when you get sunburned and you do have claws.. so..” Trailing off with his inadvertent yes, he stills himself as Danta reaches for another bib.
Shutting his eyes briefly so he can tie it, he opens them as he feels Danta start to withdraw and the smirk on his face is a dead indicator and giveaway that he’s not too sure he can give up. He looks down at the bib to see the writing and the crab, a low rumble of a laugh blooming from his throat before he sighs in exasperation. “Crackin’, mm?” He asks, shooting a grin toward Danta as he snags the shell cracker and spins it between his fingers with a raised brow.
Shutting his eyes briefly so he can tie it, he opens them as he feels Danta start to withdraw and the smirk on his face is a dead indicator and giveaway that he’s not too sure he can give up. He looks down at the bib to see the writing and the crab, a low rumble of a laugh blooming from his throat before he sighs in exasperation. “Crackin’, mm?” He asks, shooting a grin toward Danta as he snags the shell cracker and spins it between his fingers with a raised brow.
Astaroth
// and the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands //
