in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"You are too kind," Danta croons back, thankfully taking the compliment in stride despite how sincere he knows the words have been. He does reach up to gently clasp the other man's jaw as if in silent appreciation of it, squeezing before releasing Asta once again and slipping his arm through the butcher's. Back down into the Last Whisper they go, meandering down the main stretch and towards a (very well-known, at this point) tailors that always seems to be open conveniently late. Just when one of its best customers might decide to pay a visit, as it happens.
"Astaroth, I have been thinking of the styles I might torment you with for seasons," the Maverick purrs, tilting his head up at the taller man and offering him a saccharine smile that gives absolutely nothing away. Asta will just have to wait and see, won't he? Regardless, as they step inside the warmly lit boutique to the tinkling of a bell overhead, already the tailor is lighting up at the sight of the butcher and the Theocrat, gesturing for them to follow him further into the shop for what is certain to be an interesting hour or two.
"Astaroth, I have been thinking of the styles I might torment you with for seasons," the Maverick purrs, tilting his head up at the taller man and offering him a saccharine smile that gives absolutely nothing away. Asta will just have to wait and see, won't he? Regardless, as they step inside the warmly lit boutique to the tinkling of a bell overhead, already the tailor is lighting up at the sight of the butcher and the Theocrat, gesturing for them to follow him further into the shop for what is certain to be an interesting hour or two.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
