// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
"Hey, first of all," Danta sasses, garnishing their next round with cherries (Charlie gets at least five of them in her glass), "I was a lava wyrm when I bit you. Those scars barely count." He waves off the little pale outline of teeth he can (sort of) see in the crook of Asta's arm, slumping back down onto his barstool and giving his cocktail a stir with a finger. "And second, I happen to look great in white, so go fuck yourself."
Fishing out a cherry of his own with the same finger, he bites into it with an air of victory, though quite what he's won and how is well beyond the Maverick by this point. Still, the idea of dyeing the ursur fur isn't a bad one, and he tilts his head toward Charlie as if to ask for further details. "What colour would suit do you think? Some stormy grey, or blood red?"
Fishing out a cherry of his own with the same finger, he bites into it with an air of victory, though quite what he's won and how is well beyond the Maverick by this point. Still, the idea of dyeing the ursur fur isn't a bad one, and he tilts his head toward Charlie as if to ask for further details. "What colour would suit do you think? Some stormy grey, or blood red?"
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
