the streets are all violent with murderous excitement
“I always make the right impression.” Asta protests with that bright grin again, blocking out the many years he did not in fact make a great impression. But that was in the past and thankfully covered up by his bigger tasks. ‘The Mighty Astaroth’. “It seems as though I have here, in fact, given how sweet this chocolate is.” He admits, covering his lips as he takes another sip.
His brows waggle a little in amusement with the admission from the other Ancient, though, his lips twisting into a bright grin of agreement. “Good. I think I could be quite comfortable here.” He admits in turn, slouching again in the seat and sipping lightly from his coffee, content to rest there until work truly starts at the Dusklight later. But by then, hopefully he’ll be cleaned up.
— FIN <333
His brows waggle a little in amusement with the admission from the other Ancient, though, his lips twisting into a bright grin of agreement. “Good. I think I could be quite comfortable here.” He admits in turn, slouching again in the seat and sipping lightly from his coffee, content to rest there until work truly starts at the Dusklight later. But by then, hopefully he’ll be cleaned up.
— FIN <333
Astaroth
the hunter and the prey are dancing every day
