in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Mmm," Danta replies pointedly, his smile catlike, the sort that suggests he's just stored away what Asta has to say under a file called interesting tidbits, possible weaknesses in his head. It's all good though, because the next one goes into a glitter covered folder in his head labelled **COMPLIMENTS**, and the smile becomes a wide, fanged grin. "Nice, did you say?" he echoes, straightening up and letting his fingers run along the wood grain of the bar.
His tail curls with glee, translucent horns catching a ruby hue from the lighting as he leans across the bar to collect the empty glass. "Just for that," he purrs, "I'll make you something nice." Of course Danta has only been teaching himself to properly pour drinks he enjoys, as well as a few cocktails. Luckily for Asta, one such cocktail is on the list for right now.
"I meant to ask. How did you find the skyboat?" he says conversationally as he works, having pretty much abandoned the other man in an attempt to lose him in Torchline's crowds. Turning back to the bar, he sets a delicate glass down before Asta, sliding it across. A martini - a chocolate one, just for his lanky, grumpy customer.
His tail curls with glee, translucent horns catching a ruby hue from the lighting as he leans across the bar to collect the empty glass. "Just for that," he purrs, "I'll make you something nice." Of course Danta has only been teaching himself to properly pour drinks he enjoys, as well as a few cocktails. Luckily for Asta, one such cocktail is on the list for right now.
"I meant to ask. How did you find the skyboat?" he says conversationally as he works, having pretty much abandoned the other man in an attempt to lose him in Torchline's crowds. Turning back to the bar, he sets a delicate glass down before Asta, sliding it across. A martini - a chocolate one, just for his lanky, grumpy customer.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
