in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
With a little wave of his hand - ta daaaaa - Danta concludes his fortune telling, promptly tossing the tarot cards to the ground without a care for how the deck scatters, covering the floor in their various futures. Watching greedily as Asta stretches out, and rather hating the fact that he's covered by the blankets, the Maverick swipes the final three cards out of the way before slipping beneath the sheets as well.
"Asta, if you want me to praise you on your skill at security, you only need to ask," he purrs, stretching a leg across the butcher's waist and tucking himself quite neatly against his side - a feat made easier with his stretch. "Sure, though. I don't remember if I pay you or what it is, but if I do, we can triple it. How about that?" He grins.
"Asta, if you want me to praise you on your skill at security, you only need to ask," he purrs, stretching a leg across the butcher's waist and tucking himself quite neatly against his side - a feat made easier with his stretch. "Sure, though. I don't remember if I pay you or what it is, but if I do, we can triple it. How about that?" He grins.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
