you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Mm, you're too kind," Danta quips, grinning and letting a hand flutter to his chest, though he quickly lets it drop as it causes a slight twinge to his recently impaled shoulder. "Sorry the ice got you, though." It must have been a particularly unfortunate shot to strike the fyrhund between the armoured plating, but rowdy drunkards always seem to have the Rule of Cool on their side, in his experience.
Asta's small bite is enough to have his eyes lighting up, though, his tail idly hooking around the other man's barstool. "Now that is good news." Both for the Ancient, and for the idiot who will think twice before deciding to darken the Dusklight's doorway a second time.
Wrinkling his nose at the smell of the disinfectant, Danta orders them both a shot of some flavoured liquor that's recently come in. He doesn't know what flavour, but it should smell less medical, he thinks, sliding the glass over to the other man and raising his own to clink against it. "To a job well done."
Asta's small bite is enough to have his eyes lighting up, though, his tail idly hooking around the other man's barstool. "Now that is good news." Both for the Ancient, and for the idiot who will think twice before deciding to darken the Dusklight's doorway a second time.
Wrinkling his nose at the smell of the disinfectant, Danta orders them both a shot of some flavoured liquor that's recently come in. He doesn't know what flavour, but it should smell less medical, he thinks, sliding the glass over to the other man and raising his own to clink against it. "To a job well done."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
