idealism sits in prison
chivalry fell on his sword
chivalry fell on his sword
Shifting his wings a bit to get more comfortable on the shoulder of the mannequin, the sound of the butcher's reassurance is enough to earn a brief clack of Danta's beak, before he returns to fussing over his feathers as if it's a full time job. (It is, in fact, and it's been a long time since he could enjoy putting them all in order like this, such that a few black pinions end up scattering down around the mannequin as he goes about his work).
It makes him a stationary subject in the room, which is likely for the best given that Moira is charging after her peanut like it's something alive, managing to catch it just in time for Asta to throw another. Hopping across the room to it as though she's afraid Danta will take umbridge and grab it first (he could not care less), eventually she manages to snag that one too, waggling her tail feathers victoriously.
It goes like that for as long as Asta cares to toss more snacks her way, and if the butcher cares to glance at Danta, he'll spot that he's tucked his head beneath his wing for a very quick snooze.
It makes him a stationary subject in the room, which is likely for the best given that Moira is charging after her peanut like it's something alive, managing to catch it just in time for Asta to throw another. Hopping across the room to it as though she's afraid Danta will take umbridge and grab it first (he could not care less), eventually she manages to snag that one too, waggling her tail feathers victoriously.
It goes like that for as long as Asta cares to toss more snacks her way, and if the butcher cares to glance at Danta, he'll spot that he's tucked his head beneath his wing for a very quick snooze.
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.
