stay your pretty eyes on course

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

"I'll be sure to mention that to him," Jata says, of being a dog at the foot of their bed. What he doesn't say is he suspects Asta would take umbridge with that too, since he is also sometimes a dog, if not more fiery and rocky and angry. As for whether he should be the one to petition the butcher or whether Sunjata ought to do it, Danta barks out an automatic laugh. "No no - you stay here," he says quickly. "I'll check with him now."

So saying, he slips back out of the office and down the short corridor back into the bar, where his lover is sitting and quite literally smouldering. "You're gonna melt more than hearts if you keep that up, sugar," he trills to him, offering a charming smile and leaning against the bar opposite Asta. "I have something to ask you, and you're not going to like it. So just hear me out before you say no, okay?"

Dantalion

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