Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
"Don't sound too dreamy about it," Danta scolds petulantly, though there's still a whisper of a smirk on his face, and the way he falls comfortably back into step with the other man tells that whatever animosity they manage to fire up between them, it's playfully done these days. (Mostly). "Mm, it is my colour," he agrees. "I prefer being able to take it on and off, though." You know, rather than being caked in it.
Setting down pelt and coat, Danta is debating whether to go for a full dip when Asta gives him an opportunity so perfect - and childish, granted - that he's half convinced the taller Ancient has done it on purpose. "Shame red isn't your colour, given how much of it you wear," he teases, kicking off his shoes and meandering past the other man on the riverbank.
Which is when he oopses into a stumble, one that ever so conveniently knocks him into Asta. Maybe it'll even nudge him right into the stream. "Oh, how clumsy of me!" he calls out, dramatic as usual.
Setting down pelt and coat, Danta is debating whether to go for a full dip when Asta gives him an opportunity so perfect - and childish, granted - that he's half convinced the taller Ancient has done it on purpose. "Shame red isn't your colour, given how much of it you wear," he teases, kicking off his shoes and meandering past the other man on the riverbank.
Which is when he oopses into a stumble, one that ever so conveniently knocks him into Asta. Maybe it'll even nudge him right into the stream. "Oh, how clumsy of me!" he calls out, dramatic as usual.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
