you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
With both of them more or less clean (or as clean as they care to be for the evening), Danta finally surrenders the cloth for Asta to remove it and the bowl and go to make their tea instead. He hums a soft note of approval against the other man's lips, thoroughly reluctant to let him go, though the siren song of something warm to drink and something to set him dozing is too powerful to ignore.
"I'll take notes," he suggests helpfully, the crooked smile on his face unapologetic; whatever notes Asta gets while Danta is asleep are not going to be helpful, he can guarantee that. "Does this mean it will taste better, I wonder?" That had been the whole point of switching to the Remedy's concoctions, right? Even if not, he supposes it will be mostly masked by the tea, the Maverick trying to peep into the cups when Asta is drawing him closer.
Obliging him all too willingly, Danta all but melts against the other man's chest, throwing a leg over his waist and letting out a content and boneless sigh against the crook of his neck. "Gods, you're so comfortable."
"I'll take notes," he suggests helpfully, the crooked smile on his face unapologetic; whatever notes Asta gets while Danta is asleep are not going to be helpful, he can guarantee that. "Does this mean it will taste better, I wonder?" That had been the whole point of switching to the Remedy's concoctions, right? Even if not, he supposes it will be mostly masked by the tea, the Maverick trying to peep into the cups when Asta is drawing him closer.
Obliging him all too willingly, Danta all but melts against the other man's chest, throwing a leg over his waist and letting out a content and boneless sigh against the crook of his neck. "Gods, you're so comfortable."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
