in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Danta watches his little planted seed for a second as if expecting it to spring up at any point, before scoffing and shaking his head, figuring he ought to have known better. He wipes his hands on the tops of his pants - just in time for Asta to offer him a hand up, as it so happens, and so his fingers are at least partially clean as he rises back to his feet. "Is that so?" He drawls with a raise of his eyebrows, intrigued but knowing better than to pester the other man for details he knows he isn't going to give.
"How kind of you to think about me on your date," he adds, glancing around as if there might be more to do here, before finding precisely nothing and quickly packing away his bag once more. Hefting it over his shoulder, he begins to lead the way back towards the Bone Bridges, side by side with the butcher. "And for not disappearing for days afterwards this time," he adds softly, almost under his breath, and there's as much amusement there as sincerity.
"How kind of you to think about me on your date," he adds, glancing around as if there might be more to do here, before finding precisely nothing and quickly packing away his bag once more. Hefting it over his shoulder, he begins to lead the way back towards the Bone Bridges, side by side with the butcher. "And for not disappearing for days afterwards this time," he adds softly, almost under his breath, and there's as much amusement there as sincerity.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
