in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta is indeed there soon enough. While not strictly on time for their appointed meeting (when is he ever), the Maverick appears at Deimos's shoulder like a flamboyantly dressed ghost, levelling a smirk up at the other man. "I don't think we are supposed to just stare at it," he says by way of greeting, stepping forward and into the establishment, holding the door open for his bestest friend fellow leader.
Heading straight for the bar and sidling onto a stool, he orders a drink for himself and gestures for Deimos to order whatever he'd like as well, contorting himself to get comfortable on the relatively small seat. "It's good to see you sans beartrap," he says with a flash of teeth, referring of course to their very first meeting. "Thanks for coming all the way from Halo, too. I hope you don't also intend to tell me how to run my region." A joke, of course - but it still holds a grain of truth.
Heading straight for the bar and sidling onto a stool, he orders a drink for himself and gestures for Deimos to order whatever he'd like as well, contorting himself to get comfortable on the relatively small seat. "It's good to see you sans beartrap," he says with a flash of teeth, referring of course to their very first meeting. "Thanks for coming all the way from Halo, too. I hope you don't also intend to tell me how to run my region." A joke, of course - but it still holds a grain of truth.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
