bang bang bang

idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword

For his part, Danta has already let himself lean into his shift enough that he's busy nosing around in the discarded shirt he'd settled Moira into initially, briefly getting stuck in the sleeve before managing to shake it off. With his feathers thoroughly ruffled at the audacity of the garment, he waddles struts off further into the room to find somewhere to perch. Eventually settling on his dressmaker's mannequin, he opts to hop up and onto the shoulder of it (where his coat is currently hanging, coincidentally) rather than fly.

As for Moira, she knows better than to approach Asta beyond a certain point, and her beady little eyes are focused on the peanut in his hand rather than the Ancient holding onto it. As he throws it and it skitters wide of her, she hops after it with her wings tucked neatly behind her, pecking at it once she's close enough only to send it shooting off again across the smooth floor. And thus Moira's game of chase-the-peanut begins.

Watching her with as close to a furrowed brow as a gore crow can ever achieve, Danta glances only fleetingly towards Asta before turning away again, as if to ask how he's doing.

Dantalion

I slithered here from Eden
just to sit outside your door