[SE] safety off, fire away

so what, my friend, whatever will it be?
i can give you what you crave, just not for free

As Danta leans into his side and his shoulder, Asta’s fingertips drum against the Maverick’s arm ever so lightly as his comment is made. Nodding his agreement, his smile fades ever so slightly into comfortability. “Then we can truly enjoy it, mm?” Comes the playful hum of his accented voice.

As for trying the drink, his mojito is placed carefully into the sand as he collects the frozen margarita Danta had received, eyeing its orange hue through the glass and the brown, red, and yellow dusting around the rim. He can’t remember if he’s tried anything mango, before, but he takes a sip of it anyway, tongue darting out directly after to swipe away the chili powder lingering on his lips.

And that’s when he hands it back with a nose wrinkle. “Ah, evidently I am not a fan of mango.” He says with a soft huff of a laugh, dark eyes lingering momentarily on the margarita before he’s plucking up his own drink to wash away the taste. “However, that just means there is more for you, no?” His gaze lifts back to Danta’s face, nose still wrinkled, lips quirking into a small half smirk.

Astaroth

you know what's on the line