I'm not as think as you drunk I am

// you knew who I was //

"You haven't met the guy out there, then," Danta manages to quip back, surprised at his own wit - and he stands by it too. Asta is dumb as a fucking stick, especially based on his recent decision-making skills. Unaware of the box of frogs he's unintentionally opened (and honestly feeling much better after talking to Flora, proving she is in fact the wisest among them), the Maverick accepts the little baggie of powder and trills his gratitude as he heads right for the bar to take some.

He's just smoothly snorted a line of it when his name hits the air, Asta approaching with a kaleidoscopic halo whirling about him - in Danta's view, anyway - before they're being squashed into a clumsy group hug, and the Maverick is left reeling all over again from the sudden warmth of the bodies around him and the faint scent of cherries and chocolate mingling with the whiskey in the air.

"About Whitebrim?" he blinks, pupils wide and making his eyes near black in the dim light of the bar. "Did it mention you?" Grinning lopsidedly back at the butcher, it's with surprising ease this time that Danta battles to slip out of the tangle of arms so he might treat himself to another well-deserved bump of snapdragon.

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //