Dantalion
but you can't be free
Bouncing his eyebrows at Asta as if to say they are in agreement, at least, about boulder throwing and any associated revenge, Danta quickly finishes his croissant and his coffee and rises to his feet alongside the butcher.
"A parasol of fire?" he echoes, dusting the crumbs from his clothes and reaching out for his scarf and gloves. "How very graceful sounding." Grinning and shrugging his shoulders as if to leave the decision up to the other man, he pulls on his coat and turns the collar up before huddling close, slipping his arm through Asta's.
Only to snort into his scarf at his playful question, already tugging them towards the door and raising a hand in a wave to the barista. "You have my word," he promises. "Though I can't say I won't ogle your horns myself for good measure. Come on, let's be quick." And with that, he leads them out into the snowstorm so they might hurry home well before the cold turns their fingers to stone.
~FIN
"A parasol of fire?" he echoes, dusting the crumbs from his clothes and reaching out for his scarf and gloves. "How very graceful sounding." Grinning and shrugging his shoulders as if to leave the decision up to the other man, he pulls on his coat and turns the collar up before huddling close, slipping his arm through Asta's.
Only to snort into his scarf at his playful question, already tugging them towards the door and raising a hand in a wave to the barista. "You have my word," he promises. "Though I can't say I won't ogle your horns myself for good measure. Come on, let's be quick." And with that, he leads them out into the snowstorm so they might hurry home well before the cold turns their fingers to stone.
~FIN
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
