I told you, you were brave

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

"Mm - it just makes it even more impressive that you manage to get so drunk." It's the kindest way of calling Asta a bit of a lightweight, even if it's not entirely true. They both drink more than enough - and often enough - to swing more towards the functional alcoholic side of the spectrum, but whatever. Smirking to feel the other man lean into him further, tail and all, Danta glances briefly at the stairs they need to climb before they start to make headway.

Slow, but steady, as it happens.

"Oh?" He barks out a laugh. "I didn't realise you felt so strongly about them. Do you just hate them when you're too drunk to climb them, or is this a pet peeve I'm just learning about?" he wonders, focusing on not letting Asta pull them backwards or trip them forwards as they make the ascent towards the Inner Quarter.

Dantalion

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