go home, lie down, decompose

// divide me down to the smallest I can be //

"Mmhm," Danta drawls, crossing his arms across his chest and focusing on their next challenge rather than pandering to Asta's bragging. Huffing out faux-exasperation and brushing off the soot that's been smudged against his Asta's shirt, he tilts his head up at the copper vein. "Could try to build a ladder, or some steps from the leftover stone," he suggests, before offering a wicked smirk to the butcher.

"Or I could just give you a boost." Not necessarily by sitting on his shoulders (not yet, anyway), but Danta will happily offer Asta the cradle of his hands to step into if he thinks it will bring him high enough to reach the ore with his pickaxe. "Dealer's choice."

Dantalion

// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //