Dantalion
but you can't be free
Muttering something sassy under his breath (it's Danta saying aQuEDuCTs in a poor facsimile of Asta's accent, if you must know), the Maverick focuses more on getting himself comfortable. Only the tips of his toes are poking out into the direct sunlight, and he's more than content to let it stay that way until he feels them start to burn; in the meantime, he tilts his head into the skilled hands that delve into his hair. Already he can feel his eyes threatening to close, Danta letting out a long sigh and blinking up at Asta and his book.
"There is no way I'm going all the way to that bag now," he fires back, reaching up to lower his own sunglasses with a smirk. "And I am blissfully comfortable, thank you." A distant roar down the beach has him perking up very briefly, the Maverick leaning up enough to spot some kind of shenanigans happening with an enormous purple panther, but given that this isn't his region and he's on holiday, he settles back easily enough.
"Torchline has some weird customs," he remarks, sliding his glasses back up his nose.
"There is no way I'm going all the way to that bag now," he fires back, reaching up to lower his own sunglasses with a smirk. "And I am blissfully comfortable, thank you." A distant roar down the beach has him perking up very briefly, the Maverick leaning up enough to spot some kind of shenanigans happening with an enormous purple panther, but given that this isn't his region and he's on holiday, he settles back easily enough.
"Torchline has some weird customs," he remarks, sliding his glasses back up his nose.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
