// the kinda wrong that make you feel right //
"If we are going to get wasted before bed, we should at least be a similar level of wasted, no?" Grinning, Danta reaches out to softly clink his glass against Asta's before taking a sip; already his body is flooding with warmth from having downed the first drink, and he grabs for the tray of food he'd been picking at while waiting for Asta to awaken, setting it in his lap.
Brows furrowing as he considers his response to the other man's question, Danta eventually huffs out a sigh and reaches for a cracker and a hunk of cheese. "I suppose I was just remembering how tight a ship Morax used to run. I used to think the sun wouldn't rise if she wasn't around to oversee it," he admits with a shrug, though a small smile is curling at the corners of his mouth as he glances up at the butcher.
"Thanks for pulling me back to earth with it. You're right, of course. And if anything does go wrong, it isn't as though we aren't in the building."
Brows furrowing as he considers his response to the other man's question, Danta eventually huffs out a sigh and reaches for a cracker and a hunk of cheese. "I suppose I was just remembering how tight a ship Morax used to run. I used to think the sun wouldn't rise if she wasn't around to oversee it," he admits with a shrug, though a small smile is curling at the corners of his mouth as he glances up at the butcher.
"Thanks for pulling me back to earth with it. You're right, of course. And if anything does go wrong, it isn't as though we aren't in the building."
Dantalion
// the little death that make you feel alive //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
