in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
As delighted as they would both be to make the most of their day by heading outside, it's with equal reluctance that Danta lets Asta peel himself away, leaving him ruffled in his poorly fastened robe, his reflection just as disgruntled as he is. Hiding a wide yawn behind his hand, he glances around at the room as if seeing it - and the clothes he might wear - for the first time. "Uhh..."
While Asta pairs his outfit impeccably, Danta opts for old faithful when the seasons start to tip towards the cooler end of the spectrum. Wiggling into a pair of leather pants and shrugging into the ruddy leather coat he'd acquired when he'd first set foot on Torchline's shores, he doesn't bother with a shirt beneath it - since Deimos was kind enough to enchant it, he finds himself more than toasty with it on.
Lacing his boots tightly and straightening up, he breezes by Asta to open the door for him. "Shall we?" He wants the butcher to go first, naturally, so he can ogle him on the way out.
While Asta pairs his outfit impeccably, Danta opts for old faithful when the seasons start to tip towards the cooler end of the spectrum. Wiggling into a pair of leather pants and shrugging into the ruddy leather coat he'd acquired when he'd first set foot on Torchline's shores, he doesn't bother with a shirt beneath it - since Deimos was kind enough to enchant it, he finds himself more than toasty with it on.
Lacing his boots tightly and straightening up, he breezes by Asta to open the door for him. "Shall we?" He wants the butcher to go first, naturally, so he can ogle him on the way out.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
