you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Keep my name out of your fucking mouth," Danta snaps, glaring around at the butcher and already on his feet as the other man pops back up in his doorway. "I didn't realise a date was gonna have you losin' your mind at the drop of a hat. You can always say no, Mr. Always In Control, or did you forget about that?" he drawls. "Don't pin any of this shit on me because you're not as clever at restraining yourself as you think."
The words drip with venom that Danta doesn't try and hide, his tail lashing angrily behind him, and as Asta steps into the room and clicks the door shut, all of a sudden it's as though the butcher has invited himself in for a fight, something the Maverick is all too eager to provide. "Sorry, do you want praise for managin' somethin' anyone else can do every day without issue? Y'know, not killing the Queen of Torchline?" He barks out a laugh.
"You're fucking pathetic." He isn't. Danta is pathetic. But here they are.
The words drip with venom that Danta doesn't try and hide, his tail lashing angrily behind him, and as Asta steps into the room and clicks the door shut, all of a sudden it's as though the butcher has invited himself in for a fight, something the Maverick is all too eager to provide. "Sorry, do you want praise for managin' somethin' anyone else can do every day without issue? Y'know, not killing the Queen of Torchline?" He barks out a laugh.
"You're fucking pathetic." He isn't. Danta is pathetic. But here they are.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
