Dantalion
innocence died screaming
honey, ask me, I should know
honey, ask me, I should know
Danta has slept, thank you very much. Like, once. A nap, maybe, between a pair of very nice breasts. Anyway, shut up Asta. "A new shirt," he drawls with a wolfish smile, shaking his head. "Only you could get caught up for two days looking for a new shirt. At least you seem to have picked a decent one." Gesturing at said shirt, Danta is either too frazzled or too relieved to see the other man to smack away his hand, because his fuss is accepted without comment.
Indeed, he's already rising to his feet and nodding, gesturing for Asta to lead the way. "I had better. There are a few things I need to catch you up on," he agrees. Popping the torn page back into the ledger and shutting it, he slides the book towards the long-suffering bartender, who accepts it with a nod.
Given that things in the Dusklight are liable to finally go back to normal now that the butcher has made his reappearance, it's likely best that they batten down the hatches for it. Danta, meanwhile, steps out from behind the bar and waits to follow after Astaroth to his room.
Indeed, he's already rising to his feet and nodding, gesturing for Asta to lead the way. "I had better. There are a few things I need to catch you up on," he agrees. Popping the torn page back into the ledger and shutting it, he slides the book towards the long-suffering bartender, who accepts it with a nod.
Given that things in the Dusklight are liable to finally go back to normal now that the butcher has made his reappearance, it's likely best that they batten down the hatches for it. Danta, meanwhile, steps out from behind the bar and waits to follow after Astaroth to his room.
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Table base by Skylark
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
