you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"I was not," Danta protests (he absolutely was), puffing out his chest and considering the matter resolved until apparently there's a battle royale over Astaroth's barstool, and the Maverick finally retreats to his own personal space, but not without reaching across to tweak his counterpart's (very red, is that a blush) ear. "You came over to me first," he reminds him, accepting the shot the second it's set down and slamming it back without even considering the taste.
"Anyway," he wheezes, fumbling to button his own shirt back up and twisting on the barstool to look out at the customers and workers alike. "You reckon there's any more trouble brewing, or can you call it a night with the whole lurking and intimidation schtick?"
"Anyway," he wheezes, fumbling to button his own shirt back up and twisting on the barstool to look out at the customers and workers alike. "You reckon there's any more trouble brewing, or can you call it a night with the whole lurking and intimidation schtick?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
