// you've got a passion in those eyes //
”Not gangly enough, no,” Danta agrees with a slanted smirk, which of course is better than admitting to being too short to grab at all but the grossest looking apples. He also doesn’t comment on Asta’s string of bad luck, because if anything is going to get the Maverick stuck in a tree today, it’s that.
Instead, he shifts to jump up onto the other man’s back, tail thrashing with interest as he’s lifted high enough to grab at a few of the boughs and branches. Hauling himself properly into the tree, Danta grabs at a couple of promising suspects before grumbling at the lack of burrow holes. ”Nothing so far,” he drawls, trying to lean over to surreptitiously stab one of the apples onto the sharp tines of Asta’s horns.
Forgetting about it almost as soon as he’s done it, Danta’s head lifts at the sound of buzzing. ”Pass me the jar?” he asks, motioning to the container he’d set down at the foot of the tree trunk.
Instead, he shifts to jump up onto the other man’s back, tail thrashing with interest as he’s lifted high enough to grab at a few of the boughs and branches. Hauling himself properly into the tree, Danta grabs at a couple of promising suspects before grumbling at the lack of burrow holes. ”Nothing so far,” he drawls, trying to lean over to surreptitiously stab one of the apples onto the sharp tines of Asta’s horns.
Forgetting about it almost as soon as he’s done it, Danta’s head lifts at the sound of buzzing. ”Pass me the jar?” he asks, motioning to the container he’d set down at the foot of the tree trunk.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
