// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Asta is a touch harder to wake most days – at least, depending on the season. Some seasons, just the briefest movement on the bed is enough to rouse him. Other seasons, it takes quite a bit of nudging and talking and practically dragging the Butcher from the comfortable confines of his bed to get his eyes to open – and even that, that doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll fully wake up.
Regardless, though, she makes a good point as she suggests nuts and berries, the trail left behind feels childish in its ease and wonder and he blocks another branch from swinging down to reach them. “Ooh, luckily for us I believe we may be able to find those around here.” He hums, shooting her a shark-tooth smile. “Shall we search for some of those, then?” It’s clear he agrees with the idea, and already he’s searching the pockets of his jacket for something that might be able to hold the spoils of what they’d collect.
Up ahead, there’s another low hanging branch, but just past it sits a woody-limbed shrub that has plump red berries hanging from a few of its branches. They seem hard on the exterior, but if given a little bit of pressure seem to squish. And if they open it, they’d find the inside to be liquid. Perhaps a good offering for Ghilio with the difference in textures. And by the time they reach the shrub, Asta’s managed to snag a handkerchief he uses to create a small sack out of to hold whatever they find.
Regardless, though, she makes a good point as she suggests nuts and berries, the trail left behind feels childish in its ease and wonder and he blocks another branch from swinging down to reach them. “Ooh, luckily for us I believe we may be able to find those around here.” He hums, shooting her a shark-tooth smile. “Shall we search for some of those, then?” It’s clear he agrees with the idea, and already he’s searching the pockets of his jacket for something that might be able to hold the spoils of what they’d collect.
Up ahead, there’s another low hanging branch, but just past it sits a woody-limbed shrub that has plump red berries hanging from a few of its branches. They seem hard on the exterior, but if given a little bit of pressure seem to squish. And if they open it, they’d find the inside to be liquid. Perhaps a good offering for Ghilio with the difference in textures. And by the time they reach the shrub, Asta’s managed to snag a handkerchief he uses to create a small sack out of to hold whatever they find.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
