// you've got a passion in those eyes //
"Me? A liar? I would never," Danta says with a flash of teeth, but he's soon backed right up against the tree, all but pinned there while Asta creeps further into his space. The butcher has a point though, he supposes - refusing to climb and fall for his amusement is a forfeit, however ridiculous he might think it, and so with a resigned sort of sigh, the Maverick reaches up to draw his shirt over his head.
That's what he'd bet after all, right?
Balling it up and pushing it against Asta's chest - don't panic, it's just some faded linen thing he'd worn for the sake of coming to the Outer Islands, nothing that will wrinkle beyond recognition - he raises his eyebrows as if to ask whether that's enough for the other man. "You're lucky it ain't Deepfrost out here," he adds - not that it would have stopped Danta. Not when it's a matter of stubbornness and pride.
That's what he'd bet after all, right?
Balling it up and pushing it against Asta's chest - don't panic, it's just some faded linen thing he'd worn for the sake of coming to the Outer Islands, nothing that will wrinkle beyond recognition - he raises his eyebrows as if to ask whether that's enough for the other man. "You're lucky it ain't Deepfrost out here," he adds - not that it would have stopped Danta. Not when it's a matter of stubbornness and pride.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
