stay your pretty eyes on course

// divide me down to the smallest I can be //

"Oh," Danta says, though it sounds a lot more like ew, and he wrinkles his nose in mild horror to hear that Sunjata sees it in his own reflection at times as well. "Well that's more fucked up than anything I expected you to say, so... you know. Congratulations to you for that." Reaching out to carefully tie the letters together and make a loop for them that Moira will be able to grab with her feet, he does reach out - trauma or no trauma - to swat Sunjata on the arm for his teasing.

"They all aren't us," he points out. "I doubt you'd say you and your lady were boring either." Once he's finished (during which time Moira has absolutely presented herself for the fuss she's due, feathers ruffling and her beak attempting to affectionately preen Sunjata's fingers), he snaps his fingers to get his companion's attention.

She acquiesces with a sqawk of indignation, but nevertheless takes the letters and lets Danta take her to the window, before flying out into the night. "Well, a drink I can do for certain. And any one of my workers would be thrilled to have you, though I doubt you're looking for that sort of company?" He raises a brow, just in case he's wrong. "Forgive the forwardness, but I don't reckon tucking you away into an empty room is going to make you feel less shitty either."

Dantalion

// put your, put your v-v-venom in me //