I told you, you were brave

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

"Good," Danta purrs, eyeing the ash that Asta plants his hand into and smirking even as he leans against the butcher to provide whats apparently some much needed support. Wrapping an arm around him in turn and snagging a bottle of water from a stock shelf on the way out, soon they're spilling into the Last Whisper, a few twists and turns bringing them to the main, cobbled street that will take them up and out into the Inner Quarter.

"Mm, you really manage to put it away when you're left alone," he agrees of Asta's drinking, glancing up to see the dark streaks on his forehead, and opting to do absolutely nothing about it for now. (Oh well). "It'd be impressive if you weren't so tall." Winking up at the other man, luckily Danta has some height on him as well, so it's a rather casual stroll they take through the street, rather than some winding path.

Even, so, with the bottle still in one hand, Danta's other sneaks into the back pocket of Asta's suit, and he does nothing to dissuade people from seeing them together tonight.

Dantalion

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