in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"As you should," Danta purrs, stretching out on the couch to watch Asta on the podium, drawn up to his full height and idly fussing at his shirt, and gods, were it not for the tailor's presence there might already be fabric everywhere (perhaps even bunched between the Maverick's teeth for something to bite down on). "And don't you besmirch this wonderful man's creations, whatever you think of them in the end," he continues, flashing the tailor a wink for his trouble and settling back to enjoy watching the brief fight with the tape measure.
With that done and some fabric already procured - a tight herringbone weave so dark as to almost absorb the light around it - Danta absolutely does have some personal insights to offer, cool eyes positively gleaming as he rolls to his feet to approach the podium. "I would never," he hisses, even as he accepts some of the pins from the tailor and prowls around to Asta's bare shoulders and the muscled planes of his back. "Not unless you ask me, anyway."
That's all the other man will get from him for now, since he becomes very much absorbed in his conversation with the tailor. Asta will feel, at least, the way the Maverick's long fingers map a panel along his shoulder blades and down, as if the material here would be made from something different entirely. (Unbeknownst to the butcher, of course, Danta intends for it to merely be missing).
With that done and some fabric already procured - a tight herringbone weave so dark as to almost absorb the light around it - Danta absolutely does have some personal insights to offer, cool eyes positively gleaming as he rolls to his feet to approach the podium. "I would never," he hisses, even as he accepts some of the pins from the tailor and prowls around to Asta's bare shoulders and the muscled planes of his back. "Not unless you ask me, anyway."
That's all the other man will get from him for now, since he becomes very much absorbed in his conversation with the tailor. Asta will feel, at least, the way the Maverick's long fingers map a panel along his shoulder blades and down, as if the material here would be made from something different entirely. (Unbeknownst to the butcher, of course, Danta intends for it to merely be missing).
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
