you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Astaroth deals with his snack for later and Danta adds an obscene amount of honey to his black coffee, stirring it in before taking a long, content sip without waiting for it to cool - such are the advantages of being Ancient. "A big impression means nothing if it's the wrong one," he points out over the rim of his mug. "Luckily, though, I think you got off on the right foot with the people down here." Or the right fingers, if they want to be funny about it.
"Or they'll tell people not to visit, because they might not go home with all their limbs intact," he muses, not that he much cares either way. His attention is still on Asta's arm, the Maverick dragging his gaze away with considerable effort, slouching in his seat instead. "Fine," he concedes through a drawl. "I suppose having you around here isn't all that bad."
"Or they'll tell people not to visit, because they might not go home with all their limbs intact," he muses, not that he much cares either way. His attention is still on Asta's arm, the Maverick dragging his gaze away with considerable effort, slouching in his seat instead. "Fine," he concedes through a drawl. "I suppose having you around here isn't all that bad."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
