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RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-17-2024
With his piggyback home secured and an agreement to get something to drink that they might squirrel away with them, Danta is watching each stall they pass with renewed interest. Brushing back the fair hair trying to dry in waves around his cheeks, he nods at a well-lit and popular stall selling cocktails but with plenty of liquor bottles behind the counter. [say]"We could have gin, or white rum,"[/say] he suggests. [say]"I think that rum is from Torchline's other fountain."[/say] The one with all the alcohol, if he remembers correctly.
Hence why the man behind the stall is giving away bottles of the stuff for free, and so Danta also snags one on the way past and lifts it in a cheers. [say]"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a whisky fountain to a healing one?"[/say] he suggests for the Grounds, uncorking the bottle and taking a sip, before carefully manoeuvring forward to offer some to Asta as well. [say]"If it's not to your taste, I'm sure we can get someting else."[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-17-2024
“[say]An entire fountain for liquor?[/say]” Astaroth starts to say, as if dumbfounded by the idea, barking a laugh that echoes off the stalls they pass. Of course, once Danta finds something, he pauses so that the blonde can snag the bottle, still trying to wrap his mind around such a thing. Rum doesn’t sound terrible, though, and he listens to the bottle uncork as he starts the trek again toward the Inn, only pausing again in his attempts to take a taste of the bottle, careful to try and maneuver in such a way that the Maverick doesn’t impale himself.
It burns down his throat but he sighs contently, nodding a little as his own hair bounces with a renewed fluffiness that he typically doesn’t keep with his preference for it being combed back and out of the way. But between the humidity and the air drying, well, it’s soft and absolutely getting in the way.
“[say]This is perfect.[/say]” Not too heavy, like he’d be anticipating when it came to drinking whiskey. “[say]I already get my alcohol for free.[/say]” He drawls with another soft laugh, pausing to open the door to the Inn and ducking so Danta doesn’t get decapitated upon entering. “[say]Besides, the rage room is more my style. And given my affinity of getting hurt, perhaps healing would do more for me than liquor I already have access to.[/say]” His accented tone drops in a low and playful hum.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-17-2024
[say]"Mmhm,"[/say] Danta agrees, smiling around another generous pull from the bottle. [say]"They call it the Lucky Rum Fountain. I don't know if it's actually lucky, but in a place like Torchline with a fountain like that, I bet everyone feels it."[/say] So long as they don't mistake it for water when they're thirsty, after all. Still, with Asta's approval, the Maverick fumbles to put the cork back into the bottle for now, before tucking himself back into the crook of the butcher's neck where he can't get stabbed with the sharp tines of his horns.
[say]"That's right, I suppose you do,"[/say] he drawls, peeping up at the doorframe as they enter the inn and offering a jovial wave to the receptionist as they go by. [say]"Fine, I will consider a healing fountain. Or a healing fire. Or a healing rum fountain."[/say] Smirking, he reaches out with his free hand as they begin to ascend the stairs (so many stairs) to tease his fingers through the butcher's soft hair.
[say]"What a shame, though. That means I'll rarely end up walking around with your little trophies on display,"[/say] he laments, shifting to get his own feet back under them as they finally reach the door to their room. Danta, of course, is referring to the suspicious bruises shaped like fingerprints and teeth, the healing nicks and marks from bites that have drawn blood, and anything else Asta can think of.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-17-2024
Listening to the history lesson, the butcher does find it interesting — and given what he knows of Torchline, he imagines they do find it quite lucky whether or not it was or wasn’t. “[say]Makes sense.[/say]” He hums thoughtfully, as if lingering on the idea of it a bit longer than is necessary as he avoids banging Danta’s face into the doorframe.
Feeling the jovial wave the Maverick offers, Asta’s already tightening his hold on the blonde as they begin to ascend the stairs, shivering lightly to feel the hands in his hair as it’s brushed back and out of his face. His tail even flicks idly with content, when a thought occurs. “[say]Why not a healing blood fountain?[/say]” He suggests with a wider grin forming on his face.
Now that is precisely the butcher’s style.
Barking a laugh out as he lowers himself to let Danta get back to his feet, it’s with an unimpressed yet playful glare he shoots toward the blonde before he opens the door. “[say]That would mean you would intentionally be going there for the sole reason of removing them.[/say]” Bouncing a brow, he waits for Danta to step in before closing the door and sliding the lock. “[say]How often do you get injured otherwise?[/say]” Aside from today, obviously. “[say]It feels personal.[/say]” He goes through with all the dramatics, the hand over his heart, the low lilt of his voice as his tail twists around his leg, ever the image of hurt feelings.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-17-2024
[say]"Doesn't The Climb already have a blood pit in Frey's Breath? I'm sure I helped to build one there a while ago..."[/say] No, it's not the same as a fountain and it doesn't heal, but it's the closest thing they've got right now. [say]"I'm not averse to it myself, but I feel as though visitors to our humble region might be spooked. And given that people travelling through are the tastiest..."[/say] Danta raises his eyebrows at Asta obviously. Don't go scaring off your food source.
Stepping into the room and slipping off his sandals, the Maverick has already set the rum down and is already battling with his wet shirt as Asta continues, and he's headed to the balcony to wring the water out and hang it up by the time the other man's dramatics are in full bloom. Unable to help himself, Danta's dark laughter echoes back into the room, and he sweeps back inside purely to reach out and pinch at the butcher's cheeks. [say]"You will be lucky to bite me again at all after that stunt earlier,"[/say] he tells him with a playful snap of teeth, stepping back to peel off his jeans.
Of course Danta hasn't bothered with underwear, and he conjures a few delicate wisps of fire to warm his chilly skin once he's stripped off. [say]"What if we keep getting into bullshit situations, mm? I'm much more likely to be injured than I have been in seasons."[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-17-2024
“[say]Does it? I have not checked.[/say]” He’d had no reason to peruse around, not with how long he’d spent in the Climb previously. It isn’t like he would have chosen to return and hunker down when he could be out where the people are. (Cue little mermaid). But Danta makes a point and he huffs a sound akin to fiiiine, conceding for the sheer imagery of it. Because he’s right, at the end of the day, and as it always had in the past, it does burn a little even still, even if he found himself in love with the Maverick.
So as it stands, it adds to his dramatics, even as Danta ventures out and he’s trying to wring out his shirt, only to return and pinch at his cheeks which have him snapping his teeth (a safe distance away) and swatting at his hands, tail flicking in absolute irritation. “[say]You are being dramatic.[/say]” He complains.
His actions are for show, still, but it’s a pretty good one all things considered.
“[say]How are you more likely to be injured when I clearly have a target on my head?[/say]” Pointing right between his brows as if he could point it out for the Maverick, the butcher cocks his head and pins him with as close to a sassy look as he can get.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-17-2024
[say]"You ought to, if you ever feel like going prowling through the hotsprings. I'm not sure many people go to see it, but hey, if you're ever turning to stone in an emergency and for some reason don't want all the fire around..."[/say] Danta grins. Having dried himself off, naturally the Maverick doesn't bother to clothe himself once more, instead opting to uncork the rum again for another sip. [say]"Me?"[/say] He coughs out a laugh at that, setting the bottle down and levelling a look at Astaroth that begs him to look in the mirror if he wants to see dramatics.
At least he has an answer for his last point, Danta's tail curling up as he turns to approach the other man. [say]"Because,"[/say] he tells Asta, his tone suddenly warm and oh-so-self-assured, his hands reaching up to squeeze the butcher's shoulders, [say]"if anything wants to get to you, target on your head or otherwise, I'll be standing right in the way. So they'll need to get through me first."[/say] What once would have had to be dragged out of him, Danta now admits to freely; he hadn't been able to reach Asta in time back with the wicker woman, and it's not a performance he intends to repeat.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-17-2024
“[say]Yes, you, darling.[/say]” Asta hums, brow lifting as he dares Danta to continue — his dramatics were all for show, yet the tone of Danta’s voice is a touch too serious for the conversation they were having, and so the butcher has to ensure that the one knows precisely who is the more truly dramatic one between them.
Not wearing a shirt, the shorts still cling to him, damp and wet but he cares little as Danta strides toward him, once again a brilliant vision with the moonlight framing him, and he remains still despite wanting to lean forward into the touch that’s so sweetly warm as it spreads across his shoulders to squeeze.
He’s ready with the retort on the tip of his tongue, so much so that he pricks it on one of his sharp teeth the second the answer is aired and he huffs a snort, shaking his head. “[say]And here I was assuming I had the title of elite bodyguard.[/say]” He drawls, reaching out to pull Danta close against him — briefly before he realizes his still damp shorts are worn, surprisingly cold with the press against his skin.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-17-2024
[say]"You can be as elite as you like - I won't tell anyone I'm secretly the one looking out for you,"[/say] Danta says sweetly, tilting his head at the tang of blood in the air as the butcher draws him closer. [say]"Besides, someone has to--"[/say] Cut off by his own sudden hiss of surprise, the Maverick really ought to have expected as much given how Asta, in his dRaMaTiCS, has done nothing to dry himself off, and the cold press of his swimming shorts is especially biting against Danta's most sensitive parts.
[say]"You have been such a menace today,"[/say] he barks out with a laugh, and whilst the fire at his fingertips instantly wants to eat away at the fabric of the shorts, Danta resists and instead reaches out to unceremoniously pull them down. So there, Asta - get pantsed. [say]"Go to bed."[/say] He points, and though the sternness in his voice is feigned, he still means it.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-17-2024
“[say]Mhm, of course.[/say]” But it is charming, even if he tries very desperately to not let it affect him. Its sweet and gods if he doesn’t have to stay his hand from visibly swooning at it — he’s almost thankful for the cold chill of his shorts, for the hiss that escapes the Maverick.
What he isn’t thankful for, is the subsequent pantsing, an outrage of a sound passes his lips, swatting at the blonde again. “[say]It is payback for the last how many months?[/say]” He points out, stepping past Danta and twisting stubbornly to keep the blonde from touching him, he steps out of the pile of cold shorts on the floor now as he trudges toward the bed.
On the way there, though, he conjures his own flame and lets it wind around him to warm himself up before he extinguishes it before he has a chance to catch the bed on fire. And continuing with the dramatics, he slips himself into the bed and under the blankets like a heat rock, utilizing his glamour again to make his horns and tail vanish if only to wind one thin blanket up and around his head to glare back at the Maverick. “[say]You are very demanding tonight.[/say]”
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-17-2024
[say]"I..."[/say] Danta begins, because Asta is absolutely right. [say]"I am allowed,"[/say] he announces. It's with his arms folded stubbornly across his chest that he keeps a close eye on Asta, even as he steps away from his wet clothes and purposely twists away so as not to get got by him. Still, as he prowls to the bed, all flames and stubbornness and blankets, the Maverick has to bite the inside of his cheek not to smile.
[say]"I suppose I have, yes,"[/say] he concedes, leaving the rum so he can prowl across the room once Asta has contained himself like an angry little ghost, Danta having to try and peel away layers of blankets to get to him. [say]"Perhaps I was just sore and grumpy and tired after my adventures out at Rae's Fingers."[/say] The healing fountain had cleared up at least one of those things, though. [say]"And then instead of taking care of me, someone pulled me into a wrestling match in the water,"[/say] he adds, of course for dramatics.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-17-2024
“[say]Oh, I forgot.[/say]” Asta drawls amongst the flames, before they’re gone and his warm body heats up the bed as he crawls into the bed and effectively winds himself in the blankets, pinning Danta with a look that seems to say you’re no fun.
The rum remains very far away, but stubbornly he doesn’t want to get out of the bed after he’s already curled himself up in it, watches the blonde’s approach and doing nothing to stop Danta from unwinding the very blankets he’s wrapped around himself.
And as he finally reaches skin, Asta sinks down a little against Danta once there’s room. “[say]I did take care of you.[/say]” He protests, tilting his hornless head to press in against Danta’s collarbone. “[say]You were healed, were you not?[/say]” He punctuates the point, lifting his head to look at Danta as he shifts to blanket the other Ancient, pausing to prod the punctured tip of his tongue into his cheek to see if it still hurt.
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Dantalion - 09-17-2024
It's very rare for Danta to be no fun, it's true, and later he might realise that he's absolutely done too much with his day and he's paying for it now, vacation or no vacation. Either way, as he finally wins the battle to find Asta in bed - and if a couple of the sheets are a little singed from his efforts, oops - he immediately collapses down into the plush softness of the mattress, winding his arms around the other Ancient as if he's a personal hot water bottle.
[say]"Mm, I was,"[/say] he admits with a grumpy furrow of his brow. [say]"And you did carry me home. Alright, you're perfect and I am mistaken,"[/say] he informs the butcher as he peers up at him, fingers scritching indulgently against the spaces where his horns have vanished in his dark hair. [say]"Though I did notice you seem to have bitten your tongue."[/say] Smirking, he nods at the rum across the room. [say]"Maybe we can call reception and have them come bring it across to us."[/say]
RE: mississippi boys, inner city boys - Astaroth - 09-17-2024
He finds himself completely content despite the playful bickering as he sinks in against the other Ancient, only letting his expression soften when he hears Danta’s apology (at least that’s what he’s taking it as). He flashes a small smile, nodding his head ever so slightly as to not bother the trail of hands that move through his too soft, fluffy hair, content to let the blondes long fingers press against the space on his scalp where his horns typically prevented.
“[say]I accept your apology. And yes, I did bite my tongue.[/say]” He whines, chin dropping to rest against the Maverick’s sternum, peering up at him with dark eyes made somehow softer with the relaxation of their vacation, even if Danta’s had been decidedly less relaxing and more injury prone.
He tilts his head to glance over at the rum before conceding to the blonde, peeling and unwrapping himself from Danta to stand and retrieve it, giving a full view of his body without horns or tail as he retrieves it, returning to kneel above the Maverick and draping the blankets over his shoulder as he takes a long sip of it (hissing shortly after for the burn it gives the bite in his tongue). Handing it to him, he shifts to hover over the other Ancient, a small crooked smile forming on his face. “[say]You are welcome.[/say]”