// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Tugging his shirt back on before he heads back to the Dusklight, Danta does indeed make himself comfortable. He keeps the seed ghost safe in his office in the Backrooms, planning to head to The Climb in the next couple of days to deliver it to Flora in Torchline, then grabs a bottle of chilled white wine and takes himself upstairs to his rooms.
By the time the butcher taps at his door, the fire has been stoked and is crackling merrily, Moira has been evicted to go and hassle passers-by out near the bonfire in the square, and the Maverick is a glass of wine into the bottle already. Already grinning as he steps aside to let Asta into the space, his eyebrows raise at the sight of the boxes.
"You know these are all wasted on me, correct?" He gestures to the elegant wrapping, the ribbons, the effort that has gone in that he stands no chance of appreciating. Nonetheless, he accepts them with a murmur of thanks and a gentle roll of his eyes, taking them to a small side table so he might open them up.
By the time the butcher taps at his door, the fire has been stoked and is crackling merrily, Moira has been evicted to go and hassle passers-by out near the bonfire in the square, and the Maverick is a glass of wine into the bottle already. Already grinning as he steps aside to let Asta into the space, his eyebrows raise at the sight of the boxes.
"You know these are all wasted on me, correct?" He gestures to the elegant wrapping, the ribbons, the effort that has gone in that he stands no chance of appreciating. Nonetheless, he accepts them with a murmur of thanks and a gentle roll of his eyes, taking them to a small side table so he might open them up.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
