[say]"I'm very much inclined to agree,"[/say] Danta purrs, his sentence clipped short by her sudden hitch forward; his first step back isn't as elegant as the rest, but he's a quick learner, and he realises they must be on their way somewhere good. A point that's only further proven as Hotaru finally leans up to capture his lips, the Ancient's fingers finally tightening in her hair while their dance continues.
Muscles tensing beneath the flow of static at her fingertips, Danta's tongue writes promises he fully intends to keep, and as his back finally bumps against the storeroom door, his hand (loathe as it is to part from her, alas) pulls back to fumble with the handle. It only takes a moment to get the latch open, before they're stumbling into muffled darkness and the smell of lumber and booze.
Muscles tensing beneath the flow of static at her fingertips, Danta's tongue writes promises he fully intends to keep, and as his back finally bumps against the storeroom door, his hand (loathe as it is to part from her, alas) pulls back to fumble with the handle. It only takes a moment to get the latch open, before they're stumbling into muffled darkness and the smell of lumber and booze.
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
