tell me what you need

// there's shadows on the walls //

"If you need us to go, I will," Danta says as a precursor, before he's stepping closer to the desk at Asta's instruction. For her part, Moira is at least all companion as well as all crow, because she's much less unpredictable than any other corvid might be purely due to the connection she shares with the Maverick. As such, whilst her black feathers are still ruffled at being contained in a cage of hands, she does look up at the butcher with beady black eyes, clacking her beak in greeting.

Wriggling enough such that Danta does loosen her grip on her ever so slightly, Moira settles more in his hands, and the Maverick is able to take a seat opposite Asta on the desk. "She is hoping that you have snacks in your desk," he says dryly. "I have already assured her that you do not, but..." He shrugs. "Is this okay, so far?"

Dantalion

// of moments far too troubling to recall //