in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Lifting his chin haughtily despite clearly not minding being the worst, Danta's blue eyes flick to the leather between Asta's fingers, and he turns just enough to look at it properly. "Oh, you know," he says casually, reaching out to snag his glass and take another drink, "whips, gloves, that sort of thing. They even offered me a leash for your muzzle, but I thought that was too far."
With a fiendish smile, it's not entirely clear whether the Maverick is joking or not, because of all places for such a stall to exist right along the waterfront, Torchline isn't the least likely. Regardless, he sets his drink back down and carefully peels his sleeve away from the other man's neck, satisfied that it has stopped bleeding - and leaving his shirt with a perfect, bloody impression of his own teeth, as well.
With a fiendish smile, it's not entirely clear whether the Maverick is joking or not, because of all places for such a stall to exist right along the waterfront, Torchline isn't the least likely. Regardless, he sets his drink back down and carefully peels his sleeve away from the other man's neck, satisfied that it has stopped bleeding - and leaving his shirt with a perfect, bloody impression of his own teeth, as well.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
