Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Waving his hand as if to tell Maea to do as she pleases - the gods know he won't not eat if she brings him something back, Danta spends the time she's gone stretching out and waiting for the ceiling to stop its listless spinning. Which it luckily does, allowing him to clamber back up in time for the tray to hit the table, the Maverick nodding approvingly.
"I'm not our resident security, and I will always enjoy a kick of spice in my life," he tells her with a fanged smile, reaching out to select a few cuts of meat to wrap around a hunk of cheese.
He mulls over what she has to say as he chews, shifting to sit cross-legged in the booth and slouch against its interior, brow furrowed as he thinks. "Well, I suppose I chopped down a few trees. And I had a snowball fight, and we decorated this place. I quite enjoyed that." The decorating, he means. Snorting and reaching for his wine, Danta wonders if he might enjoy a future in interior design.
"I'm not our resident security, and I will always enjoy a kick of spice in my life," he tells her with a fanged smile, reaching out to select a few cuts of meat to wrap around a hunk of cheese.
He mulls over what she has to say as he chews, shifting to sit cross-legged in the booth and slouch against its interior, brow furrowed as he thinks. "Well, I suppose I chopped down a few trees. And I had a snowball fight, and we decorated this place. I quite enjoyed that." The decorating, he means. Snorting and reaching for his wine, Danta wonders if he might enjoy a future in interior design.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
