[SE] if I become your ghoul

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

"Liar," Danta says through a pout, forcing his eyes to focus up at the butcher as if trying to read on his face how much sedative he'd really dumped into his drink. "I ain't a lightweight on anythin'," he objects, despite potential evidence to the contrary. Either way, his protests don't last for very long, the Maverick forced to concentrate instead on staying awake long enough for Asta to clear everything up.

Huffing out a long sight and shifting as best he can to assist (it's not very much, let's be honest), soon enough Danta is at least flaked out atop the other man with their blankets draped over him, tail flicking contentedly beneath the sheets. "S'perfect. Let's stay here forever," he slurs, offering a dopey smile up towards the butcher just as he leans in for a kiss. "Don't go takin' advantage of me now I'm drugged," he warns against his lips, forced to shift back a fraction to let Asta play safety officer, the Maverick's head lolling against his chest.

"Maybe you should've had some medicine too," he suggests, a hand drifting up to brush over the intricate metal cage against Asta's mouth. "Gods, I love you so much."

Dantalion