[SE] if I become your ghoul

you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god

As oblivious to the rest of the Dusklight as Asta is attuned to it, Danta surrenders the bottle of wine to his beloved shadow before turning to inspect the rest of the bar. "I think things are in order for now," he says slowly; nothing looks as if it's going to go south, certainly, and the staff know to come knocking if there is trouble that looks as if it needs the theocrat's brand of chaos. (And that's without even taking the butcher into account).

"Mm, let's go," he decides, his attention drawn back towards Asta by the subtle brush of his tail and his arm, a warm smile curling across his lips. "We can always come back down and give people grief later." Odds are good that they won't, if he's being honest, but the option is always there. And so, leaving Asta to carry their food and drink while he gathers up the remainder of their ghostbusting supplies, it's with his coat folded over his arm that he heads back out onto the floor of the Dusklight to head for their room.

A feat made slightly slow going by the number of people keen to speak to him, granted, but the Maverick is able to sweep the majority off with charming ease, leaving him to prowl up the stairs. "You would think they hadn't seen me for a season."

Dantalion