you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Mm, you would know all about that, wouldn't you," Danta purrs, despite their own tryst not having been particularly loud - not in comparison to the sorts of sounds that regularly echo through the Dusklight, even through closed doors. Plucking the cherry from its stem and taking a moment to enjoy it, he listens as Asta describes the situation and also keeps an eye on it - as is his prerogative.
Only as he looks as though he's going to rise to his feet does Danta give the table a cursory glance, huffing out a sigh. "Use the cane and not the shift," he requests softly; snarling fyrhunds tended to make the patrons a little jumpy, and were best reserved for chasing off threats outside the door. "And let me know if you need a hand."
Only as he looks as though he's going to rise to his feet does Danta give the table a cursory glance, huffing out a sigh. "Use the cane and not the shift," he requests softly; snarling fyrhunds tended to make the patrons a little jumpy, and were best reserved for chasing off threats outside the door. "And let me know if you need a hand."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
