electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
"Everything is a bit small for your tastes," Danta claps back with a playful scrunch of his nose. He's hardly a short man, after all - he can't help it if Asta has the height and frame of a spider. (Not that Danta is much different). "Luckily, we've got some decent tailors in the Grounds these days." All the better to alter any and all of the taller man's clothes.
Still, for now he's content to keep walking and allowing the other man to loan his coat, though as a cart rumbles past Danta absolutely hails it down. It's a ways to go before they're anywhere near the Inner Quarter again, after all. Hefting himself up to sit comfortably on the back of the cart, he lets a small smile curl across his lips. "Tell me," he says conversationally, "How does one get a taste for people when they aren't born an Ancient?"
It's not as though Accepted and their like have bloodlust.
Still, for now he's content to keep walking and allowing the other man to loan his coat, though as a cart rumbles past Danta absolutely hails it down. It's a ways to go before they're anywhere near the Inner Quarter again, after all. Hefting himself up to sit comfortably on the back of the cart, he lets a small smile curl across his lips. "Tell me," he says conversationally, "How does one get a taste for people when they aren't born an Ancient?"
It's not as though Accepted and their like have bloodlust.
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
