// you knew who I was //
"I was saving that for later," Danta says dryly at the feather that cascades down from his hair, before clicking the door shut after Asta and hurrying over to swat his prodding fingers away from his knitting. "It's a bowtie, you blind fuck," he informs him. (In what capacity it is anything is debatable, in fact, but Danta stands by it nonetheless).
Snagging at the other glass and remaining standing even as Asta moves to sit, the Maverick raises an eyebrow and sips at his own whiskey, albeit much more slowly. "I'm sorry - someone tried to what?" He begins, his own tail already beginning to lash at his heels, though of course his mood does another 180 as he puts two and two together about why Asta is pissed off.
"And how did they come up with that brilliant conclusion?" he wants to know, scowling and stepping forward to stand between the butcher's knees, his free hand tugging gently at the back of the other man's dark hair as if to remind him to talk as much as he drinks.
Snagging at the other glass and remaining standing even as Asta moves to sit, the Maverick raises an eyebrow and sips at his own whiskey, albeit much more slowly. "I'm sorry - someone tried to what?" He begins, his own tail already beginning to lash at his heels, though of course his mood does another 180 as he puts two and two together about why Asta is pissed off.
"And how did they come up with that brilliant conclusion?" he wants to know, scowling and stepping forward to stand between the butcher's knees, his free hand tugging gently at the back of the other man's dark hair as if to remind him to talk as much as he drinks.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
