// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Well, I have heard that sheep are only really used for their wool and their milk," Danta reasons with a shrug - and their meat, he supposes, but that's a given. "I'm not sure what else I would be expected to use them for." As if he hadn't been utterly delighted with their ability (and willingness) to headbutt anything and everything that came close - which he had - and the amusement is still writ plain in his expression.
An expression which wilts into amused outrage, Danta's brows raised as he withdraws from the butcher's hand with bloodied lips and a retort ready on his tongue. A tongue that is rapidly silenced, evidently, because Astaroth leans in not a moment too soon. The ferret takes its leave, not that either Ancient has noticed, and it's with a soft moan of approval that the Maverick leans into the kiss, one arm reaching out to snag Asta around the waist to draw him closer.
"I may be a bastard," he mumbles against his lips, "but you know better than most that I am far from small."
An expression which wilts into amused outrage, Danta's brows raised as he withdraws from the butcher's hand with bloodied lips and a retort ready on his tongue. A tongue that is rapidly silenced, evidently, because Astaroth leans in not a moment too soon. The ferret takes its leave, not that either Ancient has noticed, and it's with a soft moan of approval that the Maverick leans into the kiss, one arm reaching out to snag Asta around the waist to draw him closer.
"I may be a bastard," he mumbles against his lips, "but you know better than most that I am far from small."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
