// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Oh, I see, I see," Danta croons, leaning an elbow against his knee and cupping his chin as if Asta is teaching him some profound lesson which, at its core, still seems to suggest to the Maverick that the other man was... wrong? about something? Perish the thought, it couldn't possibly be. Cold eyes flick up to the butcher, catlike, as he steps back and folds his arms so stubbornly across his chest, and Danta can't help the laugh that rumbles up in his throat.
Humming to himself as if considering the point, eventually Danta shrugs and he hops back down from the cart as if it's as easy as that. "Very well," he says. "I suppose that means I never need to hear you make another remark about it, if you've nothing left to prove. I, on the other hand, clearly still have a chip on my shoulder, so I'll be sure to make it my personal mission to keep lording it over you whenever I can."
Humming to himself as if considering the point, eventually Danta shrugs and he hops back down from the cart as if it's as easy as that. "Very well," he says. "I suppose that means I never need to hear you make another remark about it, if you've nothing left to prove. I, on the other hand, clearly still have a chip on my shoulder, so I'll be sure to make it my personal mission to keep lording it over you whenever I can."
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
