the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
His attention flickers toward the waitress as she arrives with drinks — a hot chocolate that has Asta’s smile shifting from the toothy savagery of before into something a tough softer. Murmuring his thanks, the finger is set down and placed with the other in a new napkin, wrapped up like a little gift for himself for later.
And to keep the Grounds from getting a little too uncomfortable, he supposes.
He takes a sip of the hot cocoa, relishing in it before he responds. “If you make a big enough impression, it may stick around longer.” Granted the only one that knows of him, sits before him, but it’s still something that counts. He’d been gone for a long time, after all. “Besides, I suppose they need the reminder.” The world as a whole, that is.
He sets the napkin down and realizes it’s spread a little on his sleeve and he huffs a little annoyed sigh, rolling it up more so that it disappears for the moment until he can get it cleaned, the scars deep and sharp like knives cut through his skin. “With any luck, they’ll tell others how to be polite while visiting?” He hums, turning his dark gaze toward the other man.
And to keep the Grounds from getting a little too uncomfortable, he supposes.
He takes a sip of the hot cocoa, relishing in it before he responds. “If you make a big enough impression, it may stick around longer.” Granted the only one that knows of him, sits before him, but it’s still something that counts. He’d been gone for a long time, after all. “Besides, I suppose they need the reminder.” The world as a whole, that is.
He sets the napkin down and realizes it’s spread a little on his sleeve and he huffs a little annoyed sigh, rolling it up more so that it disappears for the moment until he can get it cleaned, the scars deep and sharp like knives cut through his skin. “With any luck, they’ll tell others how to be polite while visiting?” He hums, turning his dark gaze toward the other man.
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
