you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Ha ha," Danta grumbles with a roll of his eyes; the season has just changed, it's true, but the majority of the Dusklight's regulars see him almost every day. The staff certainly do, anyway. Nevertheless, he entertains their conversations as much as he cares to before peeling himself away, now grinning over his shoulder at Asta down the stairs. "Well, they can admire me from a distance," he informs him haughtily, taking a moment to unlock the door to their room and subsequently swanning inside.
Things are much as they had left them, something the Maverick always appreciates, and he hangs up his coat and sets down their supplies before stretching his arms above his head, padding to the bay window to peep down at the rest of The Last Whisper. Raising his eyebrows in quiet delight, he beckons for Asta to come and look. As the sun has set, the candles lit in the windows of businesses and the homes above them cast the boulevard in twilit radiance, Danta folding his arms across his chest.
"Fine," he says, as if reluctant to admit it. "Ghosts or no ghosts, it's a pretty sight. I suppose we should get our things set up so we don't look out of place?"
Things are much as they had left them, something the Maverick always appreciates, and he hangs up his coat and sets down their supplies before stretching his arms above his head, padding to the bay window to peep down at the rest of The Last Whisper. Raising his eyebrows in quiet delight, he beckons for Asta to come and look. As the sun has set, the candles lit in the windows of businesses and the homes above them cast the boulevard in twilit radiance, Danta folding his arms across his chest.
"Fine," he says, as if reluctant to admit it. "Ghosts or no ghosts, it's a pretty sight. I suppose we should get our things set up so we don't look out of place?"
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
