you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Psh, Accepted and their items," Danta drawls, his tone playful and his smile audible even if it's mostly hidden against the butcher's dark hair. Shifting enough that Asta might bury his face against his throat, the Maverick's eyes are shutting of their own accord, though he's still content to speak and listen to the other man, especially as he continues to give further details about his date with the Doubletake. "We'll just send you with that muzzle I got you next time," he says, as if that will solve all their problems, only to peel one eye open and tilt his head a little.
"Gods, I'm so sorry. You came home with blue balls as well, didn't you? And I slapped you for your trouble." It shouldn't be funny - it really, really shouldn't be - but as the first rumble of laughter escapes Danta's throat, he can't help himself. "Gods, you have the worst fucking luck." He scoffs, only to tilt up the other man's chin and press a smiling kiss against his forehead.
"Wrong?" he echoes. "Why?"
"Gods, I'm so sorry. You came home with blue balls as well, didn't you? And I slapped you for your trouble." It shouldn't be funny - it really, really shouldn't be - but as the first rumble of laughter escapes Danta's throat, he can't help himself. "Gods, you have the worst fucking luck." He scoffs, only to tilt up the other man's chin and press a smiling kiss against his forehead.
"Wrong?" he echoes. "Why?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
