Dantalion
but you can't be free
"My pleasure," Danta purrs, settling in more than willingly as Asta's warm arm sneaks around his shoulders to draw him closer. Sighing out a breath that has him relaxing against the other man, he tips his head back to rest it against Asta's shoulder, lazily watching the world go by. "It'll likely clear soon and we'll have the beach to ourselves. Too hot for anyone but Ancients." He grins at that, his tail sweeping idly at his side to imagine the entire place empty but for the two of them.
"Mm? Of course." If it had been anyone else of course Danta would be telling them where to go, but Asta has long defied all rules and expectations, and he leans across to snag the glass from the sand to pass it across to the butcher. "It's mango. There's chilli powder around the rim, instead of salt," he explains - sweet, certainly, but likely not the refreshing that he'd been looking for. "Might take the recipe back with me to the Dusklight."
"Mm? Of course." If it had been anyone else of course Danta would be telling them where to go, but Asta has long defied all rules and expectations, and he leans across to snag the glass from the sand to pass it across to the butcher. "It's mango. There's chilli powder around the rim, instead of salt," he explains - sweet, certainly, but likely not the refreshing that he'd been looking for. "Might take the recipe back with me to the Dusklight."
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
