you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
"Treat it as an opportunity to learn a new skill, maybe?" Danta grins; in truth, almost all of his practice comes in passing, since there's a board down in the bar and he's the type of man to get easily bored. Making a mental note to show it to Asta the next time they are downstairs, he grabs up his cup again to sip at his tea and watch the butcher take his shot.
And they'll have to leave it at that, he supposes, the Maverick grinning and padding across the floor to collect all the darts - including the one from the wall. "Look how far you've come, though," he gestures to the hole in the plaster, gathering the darts together and returning to the butcher's side. Something in him relaxes imperceptively to notice the tells that are all Astaroth, and he reaches out to affectionately brush a lock of his dark hair back behind his horns.
"Want to go again?" he asks, offering him the darts back out and finishing his tea, unsure if the other man will want to continue to bask in his distractions for a while longer.
And they'll have to leave it at that, he supposes, the Maverick grinning and padding across the floor to collect all the darts - including the one from the wall. "Look how far you've come, though," he gestures to the hole in the plaster, gathering the darts together and returning to the butcher's side. Something in him relaxes imperceptively to notice the tells that are all Astaroth, and he reaches out to affectionately brush a lock of his dark hair back behind his horns.
"Want to go again?" he asks, offering him the darts back out and finishing his tea, unsure if the other man will want to continue to bask in his distractions for a while longer.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
