idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
My quick thinking? Danta wants to query, but he's not one to turn down a compliment when he receives one, and besides which, anything he might say is quickly stifled by the warm, sweet press of Asta's lips. Letting his hands graze down the butcher's sides before looping around his waist, he's quite forgotten about the shirt he'd been in the process of taking off, only drawing back as he realises they have company.
"Mm? I didn't ord-- oh, you. Sneaky." Grinning and murmuring his thanks to the bartender, Danta pushes Asta's shirt over his shoulders at last and helps him out of it. He doesn't bother to fold it since it will absolutely need to be washed, instead dropping it over the back of a chair so he can go and sniff at the rum and cocoa. "Are we spiking it?" he wonders of the cocoa. "Or is this for you and the rum is for me?"
"Mm? I didn't ord-- oh, you. Sneaky." Grinning and murmuring his thanks to the bartender, Danta pushes Asta's shirt over his shoulders at last and helps him out of it. He doesn't bother to fold it since it will absolutely need to be washed, instead dropping it over the back of a chair so he can go and sniff at the rum and cocoa. "Are we spiking it?" he wonders of the cocoa. "Or is this for you and the rum is for me?"
Dantalion
I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door
just to sit outside your door
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
