Dantalion
but you can't be free
"Our attire?" Danta grins, raising his eyebrows up at Asta as if not having expected the butcher to go out of his way to have both of their outfits curated. (Though in all seriousness, he ought to have seen it coming a mile away). Feeling as though he's not going to get much more information out of the other man despite his interest, he instead huddles as close as he can to keep warm until Asta agrees that they can flee the soup stand.
"Oh, thank the gods--" he mumbles, about to reluctantly peel himself away when he finds himself knocked off-balance - and kissed for his trouble - Danta narrowing his eyes playfully after the other man. Hopping out of the pop-up so he can also help to close it down, were it not for the literal blizzard he might have thrown a snowball at Asta for his trouble.
Perhaps luckily for them both, instead he merely focuses on keeping the soup pot on the stove in view with a small Help Yourself! sign propped beside it, before they're standing in the Inner Quarter being quite violently snowed upon. "Fuck this," Danta announces. "I know a good coffee place, unless you want to head home?"
"Oh, thank the gods--" he mumbles, about to reluctantly peel himself away when he finds himself knocked off-balance - and kissed for his trouble - Danta narrowing his eyes playfully after the other man. Hopping out of the pop-up so he can also help to close it down, were it not for the literal blizzard he might have thrown a snowball at Asta for his trouble.
Perhaps luckily for them both, instead he merely focuses on keeping the soup pot on the stove in view with a small Help Yourself! sign propped beside it, before they're standing in the Inner Quarter being quite violently snowed upon. "Fuck this," Danta announces. "I know a good coffee place, unless you want to head home?"
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
