tell me what you need

// there's shadows on the walls //

"It'll pass," Danta says of the nostalgia, a sharp smile on his face. It clearly isn't an emotion he puts much stock into, but even the Maverick and his admittedly awful experience growing up in The Climb can occasionally feel homesick for the familiar, however bad it might have been. Taking another sip of his drink and feeling his limbs grow warm and heavy (he might not be as inebriated as Asta, but he's well on his way if he keeps this up), Danta nods across to the other man.

"Mm, let's. I think drunk and exhausted is something worth sleeping off," he agrees, finishing his liquor and rising to his feet, trusting the butcher to still be able to follow him (though he'll soon find out).

Padding out of the office and back out to the bar, the Maverick makes sure to engage in some small-talk and banter with the bartenders, the regulars, one of the passing waitresses - he's good at it, by now, gliding through the Dusklight without making it obvious where he's going and with whom. Regardless, it isn't long before he's headed back up to his rooms, and it's of little surprise that, when he gets there, the wine and glass has already been cleared up, and there is a neat assortment of finger bones and jewellery on a side table, ready for reassembly.

Dantalion

// of moments far too troubling to recall //