// there's shadows on the walls //
"Good," Danta murmurs, because right now both of their attention is on Moira rather than anything else, and the Maverick is liable to miss any subtle clues that Asta is reaching the end of his tether with the corvid in his lap. "It is? I'm glad you think so. She's none the wiser, if it helps." As in, she doesn't sense his fear or his nerves, interested only in the shiny band around one of his horns, in truth.
And whatever snacks he's gone rummaging for.
"She's an omnivore and a scavenger," he replies, Moira clacking her beak again as the peanuts appear. "Mostly bugs and whatever scraps I give her. But she does have a soft spot for those. Why do you have peanuts in your desk?" Smirking - because he can't help it - Danta slowly lifts his companion and sets her gently down on the desk, keeping a hand on her just in case she makes any sudden moves - which, unlikely to be honest, given the huge neon DO NOT FLY sign he's projecting into her mind.
No, instead the crow grabs up on of the peanuts in her beak and chows down, before continuing on the others and offering a weak croak of gratitude.
And whatever snacks he's gone rummaging for.
"She's an omnivore and a scavenger," he replies, Moira clacking her beak again as the peanuts appear. "Mostly bugs and whatever scraps I give her. But she does have a soft spot for those. Why do you have peanuts in your desk?" Smirking - because he can't help it - Danta slowly lifts his companion and sets her gently down on the desk, keeping a hand on her just in case she makes any sudden moves - which, unlikely to be honest, given the huge neon DO NOT FLY sign he's projecting into her mind.
No, instead the crow grabs up on of the peanuts in her beak and chows down, before continuing on the others and offering a weak croak of gratitude.
Dantalion
// of moments far too troubling to recall //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
