// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"That's probably for the best," Danta says with a scoff, and were Asta not so sore, he might have given him a nudge for good measure. Forcing his gaze away from the constellation of bruises that mark the other man's skin, the Maverick can only shrug lightly in response to the butcher's question. "Nothing as important as this," he says without thinking, before his knuckles grow white in the grip around his mug and he sets it down with much more force than intended.
"How... I mean, do you know if Maea is still in the Grounds?" he asks, perhaps a bit hurriedly, rubbing at the back of his neck and keeping his gaze on a particularly intense lightning storm that dances across the Levinsward outside. "I won't do anything you don't want me to, but I... fuck, I don't know, Asta. This is..." It's a lot. It's more than a little roughing up after an argument.
"How... I mean, do you know if Maea is still in the Grounds?" he asks, perhaps a bit hurriedly, rubbing at the back of his neck and keeping his gaze on a particularly intense lightning storm that dances across the Levinsward outside. "I won't do anything you don't want me to, but I... fuck, I don't know, Asta. This is..." It's a lot. It's more than a little roughing up after an argument.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
