// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
Scoffing out a laugh as Asta is sent bumping into the cart as a result of his actions, Danta swings his legs absently and tilts his head as he considers the other man's remarks.
"You know," he drawls, reaching out with his free hand to let it whisper along the strong line of the butcher's jaw, "I think you're absolutely right. I've never had a tall, strong man to take care of me in my hard, rough life. Why wouldn't I want to take advantage of that now?" His smile is honey-sweet, his fingers soft, at least until the claps Asta a couple of times on the cheek as if to tell him to chop chop.
"So I suppose that means you ought to really pick up the pace pushing this cart, doesn't it? Don't worry - I'll be sitting right here so I won't get in your way." Smug? Danta? Never.
"You know," he drawls, reaching out with his free hand to let it whisper along the strong line of the butcher's jaw, "I think you're absolutely right. I've never had a tall, strong man to take care of me in my hard, rough life. Why wouldn't I want to take advantage of that now?" His smile is honey-sweet, his fingers soft, at least until the claps Asta a couple of times on the cheek as if to tell him to chop chop.
"So I suppose that means you ought to really pick up the pace pushing this cart, doesn't it? Don't worry - I'll be sitting right here so I won't get in your way." Smug? Danta? Never.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
