in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Completely unaware of the future assaults on his closet, Danta instead focuses on playing assistant to the tailor any which way he can, holding the fabric steady to let him pin and cut and maybe allowing his hand to ghost sneakily down the length of Asta's back since he has to hold still and can't do anything about it.
Once the panel has been safely snipped away, the Maverick steps back to look it over properly and nods his approval to the tailor. "Perhaps something just here, too?" he suggests, walking his fingertips along the butcher's shoulder blades where another slip of fabric might sit. With all of that established, Danta nods towards the leather he knows comes next before grinning at Asta in the mirror.
"You will look the best you ever have," he assures him, raising an eyebrow as if begging for disagreement.
Once the panel has been safely snipped away, the Maverick steps back to look it over properly and nods his approval to the tailor. "Perhaps something just here, too?" he suggests, walking his fingertips along the butcher's shoulder blades where another slip of fabric might sit. With all of that established, Danta nods towards the leather he knows comes next before grinning at Asta in the mirror.
"You will look the best you ever have," he assures him, raising an eyebrow as if begging for disagreement.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
