you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Oh, well I wouldn't know about that," Danta says with a shit-eating grin; he's been lucky enough not to have to take the full dose of Asta's previous sedative. And this one isn't half bad, the Maverick continuing to sip at his tea happily enough even as he feels his extremities and his eyes start to grow suspiciously heavy. "Daaaamn, how much'd you put in here?" he wants to know, slurring around the words a little.
Getting comfortable is about the only thing he's capable of, if he's honest, Danta draining the rest of his teacup and fumbling to put it to the side (Asta will need to help him, in truth) and all but slouching back against the other man like putty. "Mm, I think 'm already comfy," he mumbles, fighting to keep his eyes open and sighing out a warm breath against the butcher's neck. "Jus' move me where you want me."
Getting comfortable is about the only thing he's capable of, if he's honest, Danta draining the rest of his teacup and fumbling to put it to the side (Asta will need to help him, in truth) and all but slouching back against the other man like putty. "Mm, I think 'm already comfy," he mumbles, fighting to keep his eyes open and sighing out a warm breath against the butcher's neck. "Jus' move me where you want me."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
