in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Likely the same questions I would be asking at the prospect of a date," Danta points out, trying desperately to draw the line of I am not the right person to ask about this, and for more than because he's never been on a date or had that sort of relationship with anyone. Clenching his hands in his pockets and frowning out over the Bone Bridges as he starts to follow after Asta, he shrugs a bit stiffly as the butcher continues to expand on it all.
"Sounds like you just need to sit down and have a conversation about where you want your relationship to go," he says politely enough, missing the massive neon you don't say? sign that ought to be flashing above his head. Instead, spotting a small cluster of buildings just beyond the bridges as they near the other side, he picks up his pace a bit.
"If nothing else, at least the chemistry seems to be there," he says, gesturing vaguely towards the butcher's neck before he passes him, hopping across a bit of rubble and back onto solid land.
"Sounds like you just need to sit down and have a conversation about where you want your relationship to go," he says politely enough, missing the massive neon you don't say? sign that ought to be flashing above his head. Instead, spotting a small cluster of buildings just beyond the bridges as they near the other side, he picks up his pace a bit.
"If nothing else, at least the chemistry seems to be there," he says, gesturing vaguely towards the butcher's neck before he passes him, hopping across a bit of rubble and back onto solid land.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
