reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
He would only do it if Danta deserved it. Which, you know, depends on the day. Today, however, despite the playful spat from earlier, he absolutely wouldn’t. Besides, a pancake version of Danta seems far less fun than any other version of the Maverick. Either way, he adjusts his hands and the hold he has, before making his teasing comments and fully feeling an amount deflated by the time Danta doesn’t pick up on it vocally.
“It appears as though we get the rage room as well as making the attempt to rescue the Greatwood. What is there not to like?” He tuts, clearly accepting the idea of it and looking forward to it. After all, he could get plenty of use out of the room itself. As for them doing their part, maybe they find a lily, maybe they don’t. At least they’ve tried (and selfishly enjoyed themselves in the process.)
“It appears as though we get the rage room as well as making the attempt to rescue the Greatwood. What is there not to like?” He tuts, clearly accepting the idea of it and looking forward to it. After all, he could get plenty of use out of the room itself. As for them doing their part, maybe they find a lily, maybe they don’t. At least they’ve tried (and selfishly enjoyed themselves in the process.)
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
