Dantalion
but you can't be free
It's a surprise for Danta as well, honestly, to notice the change in their positions; he'd half been expecting Asta to still be quietly reading somewhere above them, perhaps having gotten a pen from the bag to draw all over his face for good measure. (It's what Danta might have done, let's be honest). But as he feels the other man's tail tighten around him and they both scramble to get elbows beneath them to retreat out of the direct light, he finds he doesn't mind this change of plans one bit.
In fact, as Asta attempts to corral him closer, the Maverick is all too eager to comply, bullying his way into blanketing the butcher under the shade of the parasol and reaching up to help brush the sand from his cheek. "We can read more later," he decides, letting out a deep sigh and relaxing bonelessly back against the other man, his hands sneaking up to press and squeeze against the line of muscle between his shoulders and his neck where he's likely to have put some strain thanks to slouching over.
"We're on vacation," he continues. "We can do whatever the fuck we want." Even sleep in the middle of the day.
In fact, as Asta attempts to corral him closer, the Maverick is all too eager to comply, bullying his way into blanketing the butcher under the shade of the parasol and reaching up to help brush the sand from his cheek. "We can read more later," he decides, letting out a deep sigh and relaxing bonelessly back against the other man, his hands sneaking up to press and squeeze against the line of muscle between his shoulders and his neck where he's likely to have put some strain thanks to slouching over.
"We're on vacation," he continues. "We can do whatever the fuck we want." Even sleep in the middle of the day.
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
