// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Biting his tongue and stopping just short of tasting blood, Danta schools himself against the automatic response that wants to spill from his lips. Instead, it's with his tail lashing irritably at his heels that he leans into the touch of Asta's hands, brow furrowed as he gives a nod, reluctant though it might be. "Alright," he mutters, letting his hand drop so he might be able to help him out of the rest of his clothes.
"I'll... I'll deal with everything else, then," he decides, pent up and feeling bile and fury burn at the back of his throat. Silently - not that it matters with his body language screaming the things words can't - Danta gathers the butcher's discarded clothes, leaving him to his bath while he goes to request that they are washed and pressed ready for the morning.
While he's gone, the Maverick also arranges their food and wine, bringing both back with him alongside a clean towel for Asta to use to dry himself off (not that they need it, as Ancients, but whatever). Maybe he's also gone outside and kicked down a bit of a crumbling wall, too, not that it has made him feel any better.
"I'll... I'll deal with everything else, then," he decides, pent up and feeling bile and fury burn at the back of his throat. Silently - not that it matters with his body language screaming the things words can't - Danta gathers the butcher's discarded clothes, leaving him to his bath while he goes to request that they are washed and pressed ready for the morning.
While he's gone, the Maverick also arranges their food and wine, bringing both back with him alongside a clean towel for Asta to use to dry himself off (not that they need it, as Ancients, but whatever). Maybe he's also gone outside and kicked down a bit of a crumbling wall, too, not that it has made him feel any better.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
