in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta, naturally, is of a similar mindset when it comes to hunting and sating his bloodlust. He hadn't been joking, however sinister the words had been spoken, when he'd told Astaroth that he was always hungry. Bent and broken from so many days left without, it's difficult for the Maverick to tell whether he's satiated or starving. Better to keep hunting just in case. Of course, what he says is, "You will be the first person whose door I knock upon," punctuating the remark with a sly wink.
Only for any pretence of suave and charming to be wiped away by the cackle that bursts from his throat, Danta trying to dodge away from the hand that comes batting his way. "No, rude would have been putting it in your drawers," he says with a bounce of his eyebrows. And who knows - maybe he'd done that too. "Come off it - you look fetching," he drawls. He can't even say Asta will be able to fix it with a bath or a shower. It'll be everywhere, for some time.
Only for any pretence of suave and charming to be wiped away by the cackle that bursts from his throat, Danta trying to dodge away from the hand that comes batting his way. "No, rude would have been putting it in your drawers," he says with a bounce of his eyebrows. And who knows - maybe he'd done that too. "Come off it - you look fetching," he drawls. He can't even say Asta will be able to fix it with a bath or a shower. It'll be everywhere, for some time.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
