// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"Ah, I see that." Unable not to smirk at Asta's comment - because let's be honest, nine times out of ten it's the butcher trying to carry him around whilst he's drunk and slurring - Danta lets his arms slip around the other man over his blanket cocoon, nosing into his dark hair as he watches the spray of lightning outside. "I never realised how active the storms were, out here," he admits; this is not a part of the Grounds he has given much thought about since becoming Theocrat.
"Oh, it does?" Raising his eyebrows - because yes, you did miss out that little detail Astaroth - Danta shifts just enough so he might be able to peer down at the butcher, trying to check for bruising around his throat or any other signs of injury he might have missed. "Do you want me to get the medicine for you?" He'd assumed he'd be leaving it until Asta was ready to sleep, but the gods know he is never one to turn down drugs for himself or for other people.
"Oh, it does?" Raising his eyebrows - because yes, you did miss out that little detail Astaroth - Danta shifts just enough so he might be able to peer down at the butcher, trying to check for bruising around his throat or any other signs of injury he might have missed. "Do you want me to get the medicine for you?" He'd assumed he'd be leaving it until Asta was ready to sleep, but the gods know he is never one to turn down drugs for himself or for other people.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
