// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
"Frogs," Danta mumbles in response to what he's thinking about. "I bet frogs don't get hangovers." Really, Asta, what did you expect from him in this sort of state? (Odds are high, after all, that he's still at least a little tipsy). Either way, as the butcher shambles to the edge of the bed enough to lean against him, the Maverick's arm stretches around his shoulders as if to hold them both upright.
Taking another sip of water, only then does he offer it out for Asta; it's less that he hadn't considered the other man and more that he didn't trust himself not to drop the fucking jug trying to pour a second glass. "I should have closed the curtains on the way back," he moans, squinting across the (actually pretty dimly lit) room as if it is the cause of all their problems.
He's not about to get up again, though, so instead Danta reaches out to take a cracker, nibbling on it suspiciously.
Taking another sip of water, only then does he offer it out for Asta; it's less that he hadn't considered the other man and more that he didn't trust himself not to drop the fucking jug trying to pour a second glass. "I should have closed the curtains on the way back," he moans, squinting across the (actually pretty dimly lit) room as if it is the cause of all their problems.
He's not about to get up again, though, so instead Danta reaches out to take a cracker, nibbling on it suspiciously.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
