a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
Danta’s hey goes on deaf and buzzed ears as he does in fact intend to meander back toward his room to lull the slight burn and the soreness of his shoulder. He doesn’t expect the Maverick to follow and he’s a little miffed that he does when he reaches his door.
The blonde tries his best to slink against the doorframe and Asta sighs at the question, skin flushed from the alcohol. “My problem?” He asks, raising a dark brow and letting his dark gaze linger on the other man. He leans in, scanning Danta’s face that’s absolutely blocking his door. “You’re being a dick and I’m done with work for the day, so I don’t have to put up with it.” He says with a small sigh, withdrawing to try and reach around him for the doorknob, and if he opens it and Danta falls through, well, that’s his own fault.
The blonde tries his best to slink against the doorframe and Asta sighs at the question, skin flushed from the alcohol. “My problem?” He asks, raising a dark brow and letting his dark gaze linger on the other man. He leans in, scanning Danta’s face that’s absolutely blocking his door. “You’re being a dick and I’m done with work for the day, so I don’t have to put up with it.” He says with a small sigh, withdrawing to try and reach around him for the doorknob, and if he opens it and Danta falls through, well, that’s his own fault.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
