electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
Making a noise that neither approves nor disapproves of the icky deadly kind of riff-raff, Danta nonetheless figures he and Kiada to be on the same page (roughly). Not minding at all for her making herself at home, he lets a hand flutter dramatically to his heart at her... remark? Compliment? He's not sure but he'll take the latter. "You're right," he gushes. "I really have been busy, haven't I?"
Tilting his head to admire the pale column of her neck, Danta raises an eyebrow and resists the urge to snort out a laugh. "Now I'm not saying no," he drawls, stepping a little closer into her space (all the better for her to prod him in a few moments), "but I feel as though secretary is a little beneath your skillset. Are you sure?"
As for not having time, he can certainly make some for the bewitching young woman in his office right now, dread pigeon or no dread pigeon. "How is it that we've never gotten close, you and I?" he wonders.
Tilting his head to admire the pale column of her neck, Danta raises an eyebrow and resists the urge to snort out a laugh. "Now I'm not saying no," he drawls, stepping a little closer into her space (all the better for her to prod him in a few moments), "but I feel as though secretary is a little beneath your skillset. Are you sure?"
As for not having time, he can certainly make some for the bewitching young woman in his office right now, dread pigeon or no dread pigeon. "How is it that we've never gotten close, you and I?" he wonders.
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
