// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
More than content to be the steadying presence Asta needs until sobriety sneaks back up on him, Danta grins to feel the tail tightening around his leg, scritching slow fingers through the other man's hair and letting out a laugh to see him lean into it. "If you insist, I can always just pet you as a fyrhund," he offers. "Though you'll have to wait until after this divine cocoa." Bouncing his eyebrows and turning to lead them around the bonfire - not through it, alas, because they do need to stay somewhat clothed - the Maverick slips his hand back into the butcher's pocket.
"I imagine they will have a stock of peppermint bark," he reasons; despite it not being the season for it, the bark tended to keep, and indeed as they approach the stall, the various flavourings and toppings are all on display. Ordering cocoa with peppermint for Asta and something with a spike of coffee and whiskey for himself, soon enough they have steaming cups in their hands, the smell of chocolate lacing through the air around them.
"I imagine they will have a stock of peppermint bark," he reasons; despite it not being the season for it, the bark tended to keep, and indeed as they approach the stall, the various flavourings and toppings are all on display. Ordering cocoa with peppermint for Asta and something with a spike of coffee and whiskey for himself, soon enough they have steaming cups in their hands, the smell of chocolate lacing through the air around them.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
