am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
He should expect the way Danta’s face lights up, yet it still takes him a bit by surprise – anyone else and it would have made more sense, but coming from ’the mighty Astaroth’, he doesn’t expect it to hold as much weight as that stupid look on the other Ancient’s face seems to suggest it does. “So the saying goes.” He says, starting to reach for the pelt when Danta’s voice reaches him in the worst mimicry of his voice he’s ever fucking heard.
It sparks a bark of a laugh that’s cut quite short with the heat of Danta’s hand lifting to rub the mark from his face as he departs, the sound of his teeth echoing in the Spire as he snaps toward the blonde that’s very much aware of what he’s doing as he retreats toward the door. And Asta has nothing else really at his disposal, aside from the knife he’d been working with, which he launches quite deftly into the wood of the Spire’s door beside Danta as he starts to step through. “Good thing I invited the pack mule.” He drawls, collecting all of the items swiftly and following Danta to drape the bloody pelt over his shoulders and pull the knife from the door.
It sparks a bark of a laugh that’s cut quite short with the heat of Danta’s hand lifting to rub the mark from his face as he departs, the sound of his teeth echoing in the Spire as he snaps toward the blonde that’s very much aware of what he’s doing as he retreats toward the door. And Asta has nothing else really at his disposal, aside from the knife he’d been working with, which he launches quite deftly into the wood of the Spire’s door beside Danta as he starts to step through. “Good thing I invited the pack mule.” He drawls, collecting all of the items swiftly and following Danta to drape the bloody pelt over his shoulders and pull the knife from the door.
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
