Dantalion
but you can't be free
Said third wheel blond trails at Asta's side, in a pair of huarache sandals and a white linen shirt large and billowing enough to hang from one of his shoulders. There's a little blood on the collar (he'd gotten snacky, so sue him) and behind his sunglasses he's glancing between Flora and the butcher as if there's a bomb about to go off between them, only for Asta to be his usual charming self and ruin it all.
And so, with shoulders relaxing and a wide, fanged grin for Flora, he joins on her other side and gives her a gentle nudge for her trouble. "Please tell me this is the order of business for the day," he purrs to her. Standing and basking in the sunlight on the beaches of paradise? It takes Danta right back to when he'd first ventured down from The Climb to Torchline's shores.
And so, with shoulders relaxing and a wide, fanged grin for Flora, he joins on her other side and gives her a gentle nudge for her trouble. "Please tell me this is the order of business for the day," he purrs to her. Standing and basking in the sunlight on the beaches of paradise? It takes Danta right back to when he'd first ventured down from The Climb to Torchline's shores.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
