that's what I tell him

Dantalion

how the fuck am I supposed to know

"You asked me to be liberal, if memory serves," Danta drawls, though in truth memory doesn't serve him all that well this morning, and at 37 he's far less capable of keeping up with Flora, though it doesn't stop him one bit. It does explain the sunglasses he wears to ward against even the palest rays of sunlight, though a bag slung over one shoulder and his arm slipping around Flora.

"C'mon. If I'm gonna die today, I at least want to be in a hotspring," he continues, ferrying them away towards the colossal bonfire in the middle of the main square of the Inner Quarter. "I trust you slept well, at least?" he says through a yawn he hides behind the back of his hand. Dressed in a loose linen shirt and a pair of wine red yoga pants, Danta looks more like he runs some wellness cult than the Hollowed Grounds, but listen. You get what you get, okay?

if we're in love or if we're in pain?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!