// you knew who I was //
Let's be real, Asta - you can't read a fucking room sober, otherwise you'd not have walked headlong into the mess you're in with Flora.
"Three's not really a party though, is it?" Danta mumbles, wincing at the tang of whiskey as it hits the back of his throat, almost mimicking the Doubletake's reaction to her own drink. "It's just a crowd," he finishes, the words much rougher as he tries to speak past the alcohol. Shivering a bit and letting out a hard enough sigh to puff out his cheeks, he wonders if perhaps this would have been easier if Flora hadn't dismissed everyone in the bar. People to bounce off, places to go and mingle, and so on.
Out of nowhere, though, Asta's voice cuts through to them, and the Maverick glances up sharply enough that his surprise is evident in his expression. "I had no idea he could sing," he mumbles, before glancing quickly back at Flora. "You know what - I'll take the snapdragon. Uppers, right?" His crooked smile is forced as shit, but he's faked worse in his time.
"Three's not really a party though, is it?" Danta mumbles, wincing at the tang of whiskey as it hits the back of his throat, almost mimicking the Doubletake's reaction to her own drink. "It's just a crowd," he finishes, the words much rougher as he tries to speak past the alcohol. Shivering a bit and letting out a hard enough sigh to puff out his cheeks, he wonders if perhaps this would have been easier if Flora hadn't dismissed everyone in the bar. People to bounce off, places to go and mingle, and so on.
Out of nowhere, though, Asta's voice cuts through to them, and the Maverick glances up sharply enough that his surprise is evident in his expression. "I had no idea he could sing," he mumbles, before glancing quickly back at Flora. "You know what - I'll take the snapdragon. Uppers, right?" His crooked smile is forced as shit, but he's faked worse in his time.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
