// divide me down to the smallest I can be //
"Mm, that must be it," Danta agrees, blue eyes filled with mischief (and made all the bluer by the shirt) as he glances up at Astaroth from his comfortable place on the ground. "Well, if it does get too much for you - this manual labour - do let me know and I might be persuaded to carry the bag for a spell." Because he's nothing if not a benevolent overseer, no? (That and he loves Asta and obviously wants to do things for him).
Not use the pickaxe, though. Don't be silly.
Watching with interest as the butcher hacks at the wall, his shirt tight across his shoulders and back, the muscles in his forearms playing beneath the skin, it's only as he realises Asta has gotten what he needs that Danta properly comes back to himself. Rolling to his feet, he's kind enough to relieve the other man of the pickaxe at least, so he doesn't have to carry both.
"Look at you with all your cane metal," he purrs, jostling Asta playfully as if to unbalance him before starting to lead the way back towards the portal. "Is this all you need from The Climb, then?" he asks, just in case there's something else they can tick off the list while they're here.
Not use the pickaxe, though. Don't be silly.
Watching with interest as the butcher hacks at the wall, his shirt tight across his shoulders and back, the muscles in his forearms playing beneath the skin, it's only as he realises Asta has gotten what he needs that Danta properly comes back to himself. Rolling to his feet, he's kind enough to relieve the other man of the pickaxe at least, so he doesn't have to carry both.
"Look at you with all your cane metal," he purrs, jostling Asta playfully as if to unbalance him before starting to lead the way back towards the portal. "Is this all you need from The Climb, then?" he asks, just in case there's something else they can tick off the list while they're here.
Dantalion
// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
