Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
Inhaling a slow breath that suggests Danta is exerting every ounce of his (flimsy) control on keeping to the task at hand, he offers Asta a rather measured nod, all things considered. "The places I would cover you in flour and jam," he informs him in a voice pitched low with mischief, the Maverick letting out a soft whistle and turning back to his cookies. At least they are still able to work swiftly and with relative skill at filling them, Danta stepping back once he's finished with the chocolate allocation and reaching for the apricot jam instead.
Offering out the chocolate covered spoon for Asta, he selects a clean one to dollop out the jam into the last of the treats; and at the sing-song Whitebrim tone, he leans out to playfully - and gently, let it be known - kick the other man in the shin. "Enough," he scolds with all the affection in the world, offering him a fanged grin and stepping back at last, as if this part of their baking adventure has been an exercise in great willpower.
"Alright. Into the oven, presumably?"
Offering out the chocolate covered spoon for Asta, he selects a clean one to dollop out the jam into the last of the treats; and at the sing-song Whitebrim tone, he leans out to playfully - and gently, let it be known - kick the other man in the shin. "Enough," he scolds with all the affection in the world, offering him a fanged grin and stepping back at last, as if this part of their baking adventure has been an exercise in great willpower.
"Alright. Into the oven, presumably?"
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
