you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
Sighing, because he knows Asta knows, Danta surrenders the washcloth to let the other man scrub at his face, snagging it back only to rub at a stubborn bit of blood on his cheek before he's bending to rinse it out again. "Can't fault her for being disappointed, having to step away from a dalliance with a gentleman like you." One with a maw full of sharp teeth, granted, and a helluva problem with keeping his bedmates alive, but what's a little murder among friends?
"Don't per usual me," he adds, washing away the remainder of the blood and grime from the other man's torso. "It sounds like no one was to blame." Or everyone was to blame. "Glad to hear she used her compass, though. I'll get in touch with her soon." When he's slept, and slept a lot more after that, too.
Only once he's content that the butcher is clean does he step back, Danta nodding towards his wardrobe. "What's mine is yours," he says - providing it fits, of course, though anything has to be better than the charred, bloodied swim shorts Asta is still wearing.
"Don't per usual me," he adds, washing away the remainder of the blood and grime from the other man's torso. "It sounds like no one was to blame." Or everyone was to blame. "Glad to hear she used her compass, though. I'll get in touch with her soon." When he's slept, and slept a lot more after that, too.
Only once he's content that the butcher is clean does he step back, Danta nodding towards his wardrobe. "What's mine is yours," he says - providing it fits, of course, though anything has to be better than the charred, bloodied swim shorts Asta is still wearing.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
