in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
The world seems darker than it did five minutes ago given the rainclouds mottling overhead, and if Danta could spell pathetic fallacy or if he knew what it meant, he'd have laughed out loud. Alas, all he can do is hunch his shoulders in a bit as the first fat droplets of rain begin to fall, as the inn appears in the distance and his pace picks up to reach it before they get too wet. Inhaling deeply and forcing the breath out once more, the Maverick is in the process of giving himself a good mental shake before the butcher just behind him asks his question.
"Are you sure that's wise, given your situation with Flora?" he asks with an honest raise of his eyebrows, because at no point has Asta clarified that he is not going to be pursuing a relationship with the Doubletake. "I know a lot of people can be open with things like that, from what I've seen in the Dusklight, but on the off chance Flora isn't, I don't want her to drop a goddess on my head for sharing a room with you."
"Are you sure that's wise, given your situation with Flora?" he asks with an honest raise of his eyebrows, because at no point has Asta clarified that he is not going to be pursuing a relationship with the Doubletake. "I know a lot of people can be open with things like that, from what I've seen in the Dusklight, but on the off chance Flora isn't, I don't want her to drop a goddess on my head for sharing a room with you."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
