// when it feels like all the world is wearing a frown //
It’s a fair answer, and gods knew that Asta would be first in line to be hit by lightning if it meant Danta didn’t. But they both spend a moment scanning the sky as he finds the words to say piggy back ride, letting it bypass them to not dredge up any other bad memories. Instead, he huffs a laugh to hear Danta’s denial of giving them a show. Met with the handsome grin of his fiancé, he squeezes his shoulders gently. “Of course, darling. That can be our little secret.” He teases, like giving piggy back rides was something secretive and Flora and Kaisel were just showing off.
The mention of shots, however, has his brow lifting in thoughtful surprise and amusement as he, too, downs the rest of his glass. “Who says we cannot have our own little rings of fire to get through?” He asks, tail flicking at his heels and brushing against Danta’s in the process. He keeps his arm around him as he guides him back to the edge of the bar, only releasing his fiancé to snag a couple of shot glasses and fills them with some dark rum. With a flare of showmanship, Asta lights the top of the liquor shots with green flame and a wink back to his fiancé, handing him the shot and hoisting his up in a small cheer. “¡Salud, cariño!”
The mention of shots, however, has his brow lifting in thoughtful surprise and amusement as he, too, downs the rest of his glass. “Who says we cannot have our own little rings of fire to get through?” He asks, tail flicking at his heels and brushing against Danta’s in the process. He keeps his arm around him as he guides him back to the edge of the bar, only releasing his fiancé to snag a couple of shot glasses and fills them with some dark rum. With a flare of showmanship, Asta lights the top of the liquor shots with green flame and a wink back to his fiancé, handing him the shot and hoisting his up in a small cheer. “¡Salud, cariño!”
Astaroth
// put a smile on and spread it around //
