Dantalion
but you can't be free
"You read me four chapters about farming," Danta fires back, the words leaving his lips quickly enough to suggest that he's had the retort locked and loaded on his tongue, having expected Asta's objection. He's just finished setting out their towels and blankets and weighing them down with a few flat pebbles when he spots the butcher and his board, and he raises his eyebrows, impressed, until he realises he means to lean against it rather than surf.
Slightly disappointed - but not too much, honestly, given that he'd have only gotten bored minutes after watching the other man set off into the waves - Danta straightens up, pleased with their new hideout for the day. "Did you bring a pencil? We could add our commentar--!" Cut off as he's tugged down onto the warmth of the towels and the sand beneath, the Maverick doesn't even bother grumbling to Asta. He's already stretching out comfortably into the heat of the day (even if they are in the shade), rolling to plop his head in the butcher's lap.
Slightly disappointed - but not too much, honestly, given that he'd have only gotten bored minutes after watching the other man set off into the waves - Danta straightens up, pleased with their new hideout for the day. "Did you bring a pencil? We could add our commentar--!" Cut off as he's tugged down onto the warmth of the towels and the sand beneath, the Maverick doesn't even bother grumbling to Asta. He's already stretching out comfortably into the heat of the day (even if they are in the shade), rolling to plop his head in the butcher's lap.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
