Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"Why, Astaroth, I am flattered," Danta gushes appropriately, his free hand fluttering to his chest even as he holds the wind chime up to admire its song. "This will have pride of place in the Dusklight," he assures him as he carefully folds it back into the emerald silk to keep it safe; in the meantime, he isn't even trying to hide that he's pleased the other man likes his own gift.
"And that is a good point, I suppose. But I would not let you turn back into stone again. Or at least, if it happened, I would notice, and make sure you were found well before the thousand year mark." With a toothy grin that promptly becomes something playfully wary as Asta gestures with his cane - Danta had honestly expected to be cracked across the shins with it - he finally relaxes and nods across the beach to where the spectators are gathering.
"Shall we?"
"And that is a good point, I suppose. But I would not let you turn back into stone again. Or at least, if it happened, I would notice, and make sure you were found well before the thousand year mark." With a toothy grin that promptly becomes something playfully wary as Asta gestures with his cane - Danta had honestly expected to be cracked across the shins with it - he finally relaxes and nods across the beach to where the spectators are gathering.
"Shall we?"
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
