I told you, you were brave

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

Hearing nothing to tell him he can come into the room, of course Danta twists the handle of the door and peeps in regardless, the first few buttons of his shirt undone and his blonde hair ruffled in a way that absolutely suggests someone's fingers have been running through it. "Busy, huh?" He flashes a fanged smile and steps inside, stretching his arms above his head. "It looks like it. You having a party without me?" He reaches out to brush a finger across the ashes staining Asta's desk, eyeing up the half a bottle of whiskey as well.

"Oh, but you are my favourite distraction," he says with a dramatic sigh, perching on a clean bit of the desk and leaning back on one hand to pout at the butcher. "Come on, are you sure I can't tempt you to come out and fuck with people? There's a group of guys out there who keep trying to wear the lampshades. It was funny the first couple of times, but they could probably use someone to frighten them back into line now."

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //