I told you, you were brave

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

"Okay, does that mean I'm going to wake up and you'll just be a dog right here?" Danta wonders with a raise of his eyebrows, before his expression fades back into a somewhat sweet smile, more than content to know that Asta doesn't want to instantly peel himself away now that he's just officially invited him to move in. Danger or no danger, clearly the Maverick thinks it's more than worth it, and he lets out a heavy sigh as the other man kneads the tension out of his shoulders and neck.

"You do her a disservice," he informs him regarding Charlie's tolerance. (He thinks he does, anyway). "And we are taking bets now, thank you very much. I think it'll be at least four - and to make it fair, for everyone she drinks I'll have one too." See? Fair. "If I win, I get to dress you for a day."

Dantalion

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