Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
With the taste of blood and chocolate lingering in his mouth - and feeling just as uncomfortable and frustrated as Asta, should the other man think Danta is somehow the victor in all of this - the Maverick does his best to focus on cleaning up their station. "If I was," he says, his voice similarly rough around the edges, "you'd never want to wake up." Smirking, he grabs the mixing bowl Asta had used and the utensils to put them inside it, ready to be washed.
"How long do those cookies of yours take?" he wonders, leaning surreptitiously into the warm and calloused fingers brushing against his lower back. AKA, how long until we can get out of here and I can have you to myself? "Should we have set a timer?" Because he's just as guilty of being distracted by the rest of the kitchen as he is by the butcher, in fairness.
"How long do those cookies of yours take?" he wonders, leaning surreptitiously into the warm and calloused fingers brushing against his lower back. AKA, how long until we can get out of here and I can have you to myself? "Should we have set a timer?" Because he's just as guilty of being distracted by the rest of the kitchen as he is by the butcher, in fairness.
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
