I told you, you were brave

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

Danta's grin all but screams yep, there it is the second Asta mentions the iced tea, and it's with a warm laugh that he leans against the other man. "Some people don't like tea. They like iced cocoa," he explains, peering up at him with raised eyebrows. "People are allowed to like what they like, Asta." You know, in case the control freak sitting beside him had forgotten as much.

"Oh, at least two," Danta confirms with an easy nod. "Perhaps a couple of others I forgot I started for you. I'm sure i'll remember when I open a drawer or a cupboard and find them." Sedatives, tea, candy - how could the Maverick possibly know when his ideas come and go like the rising and setting of the sun?

"Mm, they probably would. I'll send one of the bar staff out tomorrow to get some details," he decides, taking another indulgent sip of his drink before giving Asta a nudge. "Back to the bonfire? Or back home?" he asks.

Dantalion

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