in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Then we have a plan. Or a plan for plans at least," Danta says with a satisfied smile, drinking the rest of his coffee and setting the empty mug down on the edge of the table. "I hope you don't mind if I keep hold of this? It'll be easier to explain to Kiada what you've told me, else I'll start embellishing things - or adding poison, since it'll be on my mind." Tipping Deimos a wink and giving the paper a brief wave, the Maverick spends a moment or two folding it into a surprisingly neat and tidy square, before tucking it away in the inside of his coat.
"Right. With business chat over, I'd love it if you could give me a tour of these fine barracks without me ever having to leave them. I'd like to stay warm for a bit longer if you don't mind, before I'm carted off in the cold back to the skyship." Flashing a fanged grin towards the Sword, Danta drifts off towards one of the windows now to peer outside. A fine snow is already falling, but he can make out some of the structures. And that's more than enough for now, thank you.
~FIN
"Right. With business chat over, I'd love it if you could give me a tour of these fine barracks without me ever having to leave them. I'd like to stay warm for a bit longer if you don't mind, before I'm carted off in the cold back to the skyship." Flashing a fanged grin towards the Sword, Danta drifts off towards one of the windows now to peer outside. A fine snow is already falling, but he can make out some of the structures. And that's more than enough for now, thank you.
~FIN
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
