// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
Cheerleader!Danta is ready and reporting for duty, though Asta is correct in that he doesn't intend to do any actual work today, unless it's to ogle the butcher while he completes his manual labour. "You're flashy enough, aren't you?" he purrs as he follows after him, unintentionally voicing the other man's thoughts. The metal heels on his boots click softly as he trails in Asta's wake, Danta busy licking some remaining blood from his fingers (he'd gotten hungry after they'd stepped through the portal, so sue him).
"I'd probably mine some ore to smelt into steel," he says consideringly, pushing up the sleeves of the open, powder blue shirt he'd swore blind belonged to him (it does not, it's the butcher's) and tilting his head. "Maybe a little bronze too, for decoration." And aren't they lucky that, in the dim light ahead, something that looks like iron glints dully against the lava plumes.
"I'd probably mine some ore to smelt into steel," he says consideringly, pushing up the sleeves of the open, powder blue shirt he'd swore blind belonged to him (it does not, it's the butcher's) and tilting his head. "Maybe a little bronze too, for decoration." And aren't they lucky that, in the dim light ahead, something that looks like iron glints dully against the lava plumes.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
